It was half past seven in the morning. Mr. Das sat on the balcony, sipping tea as he read the newspaper. Suddenly, he remembered that Rajvansh was supposed to come pick up Krisha for the temple visit. Finishing his tea, he folded the paper neatly and placed it on the table before heading toward Krisha’s room.
“Krisha beta, wake up. You have to go to the temple, remember?” he called out gently.
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