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| IN HIS ARMS |

Sanvi had never worn something this old before. Not old in a bad way — just… heavy with memories. And expectations.

The peach saree was laid out on the bed. Neatly folded, smelling faintly of sandalwood and something ancient. Daadi had handed it to her early that morning, wrapped carefully in soft muslin.

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