Ruhanika
The dining room had never felt so suffocating. Despite the familiar warmth of the palace walls and the comforting aroma of Maa's homemade dal makhani (creamy lentil curry), an invisible weight seemed to press down on all of us. The usual chatter that accompanied our family dinners was replaced by an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the occasional clink of cutlery against plates.

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