The Rajasthan heat hadn’t changed. It still licked at her skin like a lover, slow and relentless. Meera stepped off the train in Jodhpur, her chiffon saree clinging to her curves from the dry, simmering wind. Her bangles jingled softly as she adjusted her grip on her duffel, and her lips curved into a resigned smile.
Eight years. That’s how long it had been since she left this place behind.
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