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But before Rani could answer, a voice, rich as jaggery and sharp as chili, echoed from the courtyard. “The only thief here is the one who hollowed out the truth long ago.”

A woman stepped out from behind the tamarind tree. She was tall, with hair the color of monsoon clouds and eyes that glittered like wet stones. She wore a simple red sari, and in her hand, she held a bunch of tamarind pods, which she chewed slowly, spitting seeds into her palm like tiny verdicts. imli bhabhi 3

Rani dug. And there it was—a rusted tin box with the deed inside, along with a letter from Suresh: “Ma has held us hostage to a ghost. Build the mill, Rani. I’ll return when the first bag of flour is sold.” But before Rani could answer, a voice, rich