Authorβs POV
The drive back felt endless. Rain hammered against the windshield, yet her soft murmurs from the backseat cut sharper than thunder. She was whispering to herselfβhalf words, half dreams. Her saree. The rain. And him.

Authorβs POV
The drive back felt endless. Rain hammered against the windshield, yet her soft murmurs from the backseat cut sharper than thunder. She was whispering to herselfβhalf words, half dreams. Her saree. The rain. And him.

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