The group stepped out into the garden. The air was fresh, a soft breeze ruffling the trees, and the sky above painted in soft orange hues.
โShashwatโฆ yaad haiโฆโ Neeti suddenly began, her tone nostalgic. โHam wo bagal se phool tod ke bhagte theโฆ aur ek baar unhone dekh liya thaโฆ mai bhag gayi thi to tumhe dande pade the.โ

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