“Amma, I’m twenty-four,” he said one evening, watching her fold his laundry with the precision of a ritual. “I can wash my own shirts.”
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Anjali began to notice: Vikram laughed differently with Sahiti. Softer. He held her pallu when she climbed the stairs. He once whispered something in her ear that made her blush like a rain cloud. “Amma, I’m twenty-four,” he said one evening, watching
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