I took one last glance around the room, smoothed the creases of my kurta, and stepped out into the softly lit hallway. The marble floors reflected the evening glow, and distant murmurs and clinking cutlery guided me toward the dining room.
As I approached, the voices grew clearer—warm, teasing, animated. It felt strange to hear such easy laughter echoing through a place so grand. Part of me wanted to turn back. But Mira aunty's words—“You’re safe now”—echoed again, steadying my steps.
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