The air was sweet with the scent of blooming night jasmines.
Tulsipur had fallen asleep under a quilt of stars—but at the Roy Choudhary haveli, hearts were stirring with new dreams.
The air was sweet with the scent of blooming night jasmines.
Tulsipur had fallen asleep under a quilt of stars—but at the Roy Choudhary haveli, hearts were stirring with new dreams.
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