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CHAPTER THREE

The front door opened softly.

Shashank Sharma stepped inside, placing his leather file bag carefully on the side table, as if even the sound of it touching the wood would disturb the calm of his home. The warm aroma of freshly made dal and jeera rice filled the air.

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