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28. I Lost Him


The afternoon sunlight was slanting through the wide windows of the mansion's room, casting a soft glow on the floor. Sitting there on her favourite armchair was Arshveer's grandma, who was a little tired from the hustle and bustle, and had come to her room to rest a little as soon as the rituals were over.

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