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The heavy wooden doors of Khanna Mansion burst open with a sudden thud, echoing through the silent hall. Twinkle came running inside, breath uneven, eyes wide with terror. Her dupatta was half fallen, her hair disheveled — she looked nothing less than shattered.
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