The year had moved quietly. The fields around Chaudhary Nivas stood golden with ripe grain, but inside the walls of the great house, peace was scarcer than rain in summer.
The morning air was thick with the aroma of boiling tea and cow milk.

The year had moved quietly. The fields around Chaudhary Nivas stood golden with ripe grain, but inside the walls of the great house, peace was scarcer than rain in summer.
The morning air was thick with the aroma of boiling tea and cow milk.

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