Guru sat quietly, his eyes locked on the anklet—Avni’s mother’s anklet, as she had mentioned.
He had never noticed her wearing it before. Maybe because it was too simple—just a plain chain, without any jingling bells. The kind of thing that could stay unnoticed… even in the quietest of moments.
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