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10. Her Birthday

ANANDITA'S POV

I looked at his extended hand and placed my palm in his. He clutched it and helped me to step out of the car, gracefully managing the layers of my lehenga. With one hand holding the lehenga up, I walked towards the entrance. As I glanced around, I saw a sea of happy and cheerful faces—his relatives gathered to welcome us.

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