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CHAPTER 20: FIRST SHOPPING AND THE NIGHT OF TYING THE SAREE

It was ten o'clock the next morning.

The gentle morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of our living room, painting patterns on the floor. Ever since that serene morning at the river ghat, my heart had been brimming with an unspoken joy. I was organizing my study table when Arnab-babu walked into the room.

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