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1. The thief ๐Ÿ‘ฝ

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It was now a little after 8 am when Meher poured herself a cup of chai and walked into the calm kitchen of her family's ancestral home in Anand. The monsoon breeze came in through the half-open windows and the smell of freshly fried theplas wafted through the air.

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AuthorAnu

I write โœ๐Ÿป loyal,witty,rebellious men and empathetic, innocent yet strong tenacious womens ๐Ÿ˜Ž