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The study, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, held the quiet weight of midnight. Vikrant ji sat at his desk, the papers before him untouched. His gaze, however, was fixed on a portrait hanging on the wall - a woman with warm eyes and a gentle smile, his late wife, Ruma ji.
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