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Chapter 20: First Love

After one week,

The Ranawat mansion brimmed with a kind of warmth that couldn't be manufactured—one born from shared memories, old jokes, and familiar voices echoing across polished marble floors. Laughter spilled through the hallways, drifting from the garden to the grand living room, where tea cups clinked gently and cousins swapped childhood stories like precious heirlooms.

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