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Lunch passed in silence, broken only by the quiet clatter of utensils. Ganga stole glances at Kathir, her mind swirling with unspoken questions—about him, about the choice she had made, about the uncertainty that painted itself across her face. He knew. He saw. But he didn’t react, content to let her thoughts unravel on their own.
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