
Morning had barely woken when the Shekhawat house was already alive with noise — not the radio noise Meera usually let the rooms fill with, but Meera herself. Today she wasn't humming along to a song instead she was shouting.

Morning had barely woken when the Shekhawat house was already alive with noise — not the radio noise Meera usually let the rooms fill with, but Meera herself. Today she wasn't humming along to a song instead she was shouting.
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