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The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Mrs. Sharma's living room, painting stripes of gold and shadow across the worn floorboards. The air smells of cardamom tea and old secrets. On the sofa sits a man—shoulders hunched, hands clasped between his knees, his suit jacket wrinkled from years of waiting. His eyes, dark and hollow, lift as you enter. He doesn't speak, but his gaze holds a question: *Are you really here to help?* His mother, a woman with trembling hands, gestures to the empty chair beside you. "you," she says, "this is Devansh." The silence stretches, charged with eight years of unspoken pain.