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The rain lashed against the windshield, and the rhythmic thud of the wipers barely kept up. I could feel the cold air from the AC brushing against my face, but it did nothing to cool the heat rising in my chest. My palms felt clammy against the steering wheel, and despite the saree draped gracefully over me, I felt anything but composed.

The divorce papers sat on the dashboard, glaring at me like a cruel reminder of everything I had lostโ€”or was about to lose. My fingers trembled as I picked them up again, my heart constricting as my eyes skimmed the words.

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