chapter 39
The afternoon sun filtered through the carved wooden windows of Rajveer’s house, casting warm golden patterns on the floor. The children sat cross-legged, still lost in their mother’s world. Their small hands ran over the delicate embroidery on her old dupattas, the painted clay dolls she had once made, and the notebooks filled with her unfinished stories.
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