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38. A lot to perform
Rahi stood in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection for a long time. It had been ages since anyone had touched her. Since Anant's death, she had lost interest in admiring her own beauty, believing that he was no longer there to appreciate it. But now, knowing that he was alive, a newfound desire to look beautiful swept over her. She shyly smiled as she admired her neck and eyes. Turning away from the mirror, she sat on the couch and picked up her mobile phone, dialing Ansh's number. "Hello, Mommy," the sweet voice of her son greeted her. "How are you, my boy?" "I'm fine. How about you, Mommy? How is your health now?" "Just hearing your sweet voice makes me feel better," Rahi replied, her smile brightening. "Oh, really? Looks like you've become a sweet-talker again," he chuckl
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