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Rajat

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The morning sun rose over Bikaner like a golden flame licking the edges of the sky. The Chauhan Haveli stood glowing under its light — its courtyards alive with laughter, its corridors filled with the fragrance of turmeric and rosewater. The sound of dholak thumped from the women’s quarters, and every corner of the haveli hummed with excitement.

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