CHAPTER 1
The evening sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting golden patterns on the pristine marble floor of the Mohan household. The house, though alive with the distant chatter of children in the nearby park, felt unusually quiet inside. Manjiri paced the living room, her saree pleats swishing with each step. A slight crease formed on her forehead as she clutched her phone, repeatedly dialling a number.

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