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AAVYA RAJAWAT

2 MONTHS LATER

“And then Bhai was like, ‘I’m going to get it done,’ and the next second he slipped right into the puddle!” Arya burst out laughing, nearly choking on her juice. I giggled, the sound light and rare these days, but it felt good—like maybe a small part of me remembered how to live.

Maa placed a plate of neatly sliced fruits in front of us, wiping her hands as she smiled. “Now, girls, stop gossiping and finish your fruits,” she said with a fond shake of her head. She turned to walk away, but paused—then pointed the butter knife directly at me with a raised brow.