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Chapter 4

Meera pov

A few days later, I was arranging a new stock of colorful bangles when the bell above the door jingled. Kabir walked in, a familiar, easy smile on his face. He bought a small packet of incense sticks, chatted briefly about the upcoming local festival, and then, with a cheerful "See you around, Meera ji!" headed for the door.

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Mitali

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