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CHAPTER 8

The garden outside Rajvansh Auditorium was almost empty, the sounds of the farewell fading behind them. Aaradhya sat alone on a stone bench near the parking area, her dupatta loosely draped over her shoulder, fingers fiddling with its border. The golden light of the lamp above her created a soft halo around her, but her face remained unreadable.

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