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1. The Two of Us

The alarm rang at 5:30 a.m., soft but persistent.

Vaidehi opened her eyes before the second ring. For a few seconds, she lay still, staring at the ceiling. The fan moved steadily above her — not too fast, not too slow. Stable. Like the life she was trying to build again.

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