RUDRANSH
The Bidaai was heart-wrenching. My Vaan was trembling, his face buried in his mother’s shoulder as he sobbed, his small hands clutching her saree as if he could anchor himself to his childhood home one last time.
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RUDRANSH
The Bidaai was heart-wrenching. My Vaan was trembling, his face buried in his mother’s shoulder as he sobbed, his small hands clutching her saree as if he could anchor himself to his childhood home one last time.
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