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9.Beneath the Sindoor

The cab moved slowly through the narrow lane, the sky outside grey with passing clouds. Inside, the silence was suffocating. Four people sat together, but none could meet the other's eyes. Shanti sat beside Ira, her off-white saree creased from the long day. Her hands were folded in her lap, and her gaze remained distant-anchored somewhere between resignation and maternal worry. Dev, quiet as ever, sat in front with Anirudh, throwing unsure glances back every few seconds.

Ira hadn't spoken a word.

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