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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 herself—half words, half dreams. Her saree. The rain. And him.

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Author’s 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 herself—half words, half dreams. Her saree. The rain. And him.
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