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Chapter 1

The afternoon sun streamed into Meera's General Store, illuminating dust dancing over shelves of provisions. Meera, meticulous as ever, was reorganizing a display of biscuits when the bell above the door jingled.

A young man burst in, disheveled, running a hand through his already messy hair. It was Kabir, the local photographer, looking frantic.

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Mitali

Oh to be back to your place Hello everyone I'm Mitali