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9.1. The Navmi

Araadhna

The morning sun streamed through the intricate jali windows of the Nandan ancestral home, casting golden geometric patterns across the dining hall. The air was thick with the scent of fresh marigolds, incense, and the rich, buttery aroma of hot poha and steaming cups of masala chai. It was the morning of Navmi, but the entire household’s religious fervor had temporarily taken a backseat to the ultimate domestic showdown.

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