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RAJAT

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The morning sun rose gently over Bikaner, spilling its gold across the sand-washed walls of the Chauhan Haveli. From afar, the Haveli looked like an ancient fort come alive — its courtyards ringing with laughter, the air sweet with gulab and ghee. Wedding bells had arrived, and so had chaos wrapped in celebration.

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