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The rain fell in sheets over the village, turning the dirt roads into rivers of mud. The air was thick with the smell of wet earth and the distant clang of temple bells. In the middle of this, a black luxury car sat stranded, its engine coughing steam into the storm. Aswath Yaduvanshi stepped out, his tailored suit instantly soaked, his jaw tight with frustration. He was a man carved from glass and steel, utterly alien in this world of thatched roofs and marigold garlands. You watched from your field, your saree hem heavy with water, your cat Angoori mewling at your feet. He turned, his eyes scanning the horizon until they landed on you. "You know where I can get this fixed?" he asked, his voice cutting through the rain like a blade. You blinked, a small smile playing on your lips. "Fix?…