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Ragini woke up the next morning in the room she grew up in. She felt like that was where she was supposed to be, but she had a nagging voice in the back of her mind that wouldn't stop reminding her that she had her own house now. A house with Ronobir Chatterjee, who was her husband. She shook her head, wondering how she could forget such an important person in her life.

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Chanchal Yadav

My words paint a world where memories resurface, both beautiful and haunting. It's up to you to decide if you want to reminisce or rewrite.