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Chapter 20

The moonlight that had once wrapped her in warmth and rhythm now felt cold—mercilessly cold. It followed her all the way back to the estate, spilling across the cobbled path like a cruel spotlight.

Ruhi clutched her bundled saree close to her chest, the red silk now hidden beneath a plain white cloth. Her bare feet padded quickly against the stone, each step heavier than the last. The night air, which had once carried the sound of applause and laughter, now pressed against her like judgment.

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