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Today was Ekansh’s engagement, and the house was alive long before the sun had fully risen. The air smelled faintly of fresh flowers and ghee lamps, and the sound of utensils clinking in the kitchen blended with hurried footsteps across the marble floor. A soft hum of activity echoed through every corner.
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