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I stood there, my gaze fixed on Chandni, as she moved about the kitchen, her blouse damp with sweat, the white strap of her bra peeking through. The heat of the moment was not just from the simmering curry on the stove, but from the tension that hung thick in the air between us. My mother was in the living room, engrossed in knitting a sweater, oblivious to the storm brewing in the kitchen.

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