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The music had shifted—slow, soft classical notes floated across the grand ballroom like a lullaby for a storm that hadn’t broken yet. Ira stood on a balcony of the room where she have to get ready for her engagement, the cool breeze catching the soft blush dupatta draped over her shoulder. Below, guests laughed and drank. Lights shimmered. Pari was surrounded by a circle of relatives, giggling, glowin

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