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Chapter 5

  Ekansh pov

The long dining table gleamed under the golden chandelier, silver cutlery neatly aligned. I sat at my usual place, back straight, eyes fixed on the empty chair at the head of the table. Father was late tonight. My fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of my chair—impatient, but composed.

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