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Chapter 22

The flame of the diya flickered softly, casting a trembling gold halo across the tiny Ganpati idol on Ruhi’s wooden shelf. She bowed low, hands folded, whispering her evening prayer—the same one she had been reciting since childhood.

“Protect us, Bappa… keep Aarav safe, keep me steady…”

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