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23. Ash pot & alta

POV: Shivanya

The sound of dripping water had just ceased behind the carved sandalwood screen. I wrapped the final pleat of my red Banarasi saree, its rich zari shimmering like firelight around me. The silk clung to me like a second skin, still cool against my freshly bathed body.

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