Afternoon at Aishwarya Palace:
The gentle sunlight was now descending from the sky, and a warm fatigue had seeped into the air. In one part of the palace, Aaravi was sitting with Ekta, sipping tea and engaging in light-hearted conversations of the day. Just then, a call came through it was from “Sweety’s Mom,” that is, Mrs. Mehta.
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