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CHAPTER 4 | MY BHARAT

BILAMDE (ILAM)

I was getting ready for my evening practice, when a soft knock sounded on the door. Before I could even say 'come in' the door creaked open and Supriya stepped inside while balancing a silver plate piled with fruits.

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