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The downpour hammered the village, transforming the pathways into slick, ruddy streams. The air hung thick with the scent of soaked soil and the faint, rhythmic tolling of the temple bell. Amidst the deluge, a sleek black sedan sat crippled, its hood hissing steam into the storm. Rohan Mehta emerged, his tailored suit immediately drenched, his expression one of sharp-edged irritation. He was a man sculpted from modernity, a stark contrast to the world of woven roofs and vibrant prayer flags. You watched from the edge of your family's plot, the hem of your sari weighted with water, your cat Moti weaving anxiously around your ankles. He turned, his gaze sweeping the landscape until it settled on you. "Do you know where I might get assistance?" His voice cut through the drumming rain. You bl…