“Bhaiiiiiii…,” Kirti called out, hurrying upstairs in search of Ranvijay and Sanyukta as the designer and the salon team just arrived downstairs.
Ranvijay stepped out of the storeroom, quietly closing the door behind him, leaving Sanyukta inside to compose herself. His eyes immediately met Kirti’s, and noticing her urgency, he raised a brow and casually draped an arm around her shoulder.
“Kya hua?” he asked, his voice low but laced with his usual calm authority.
“Designer and salon vaale log aaye hai... Bhabhi kaha hai?” Kirti informed, glancing past him as if searching for Sanyukta.
“Yahi hai Sanyukta,” he replied with a slight nod towards the door behind him. Then, lowering his voice and leaning in a bit, he added, “But tu meri help kar yaar, Kirti. Aur... keep it to yourself, okay?”
Kirti immediately nodded, though a faint frown creased her forehead. “Haan, bolo Bhai.”
Ranvijay sighed, running a hand through his hair as if trying to ease the tension off his shoulders. “Thodi cheeze idhar-udhar ho gayi hai... and your Bhabhi is really upset with me. Ro rahi hai vo… Abhi main kuch bolunga toh mana kar degi. She won’t listen. Tu uski help kar de salon aur designer ke saath. Please?”
Kirti gave him a small, reassuring smile. “Theek hai. I’ll handle it.”
“Bhaiii, kyu karte ho aise kaam…” Kirti muttered under her breath, half amused and half exasperated.
Ranvijay shrugged, an almost boyish grin tugging at his lips. “Abe, maine nahi kiya jaan bujh ke... Ho jaata hai kabhi kabhi. Ab faltu gyaan mat de, already bohot sun chuka hoon. Tu help kar de seedha-seedha,” he said, punctuating his words with a light smack on the back of her head, making her wince.
“Ye kaunsa tareeka hai help maangne ka!” Kirti hissed, rubbing the spot with a glare.
Ranvijay just rolled his eyes dramatically. “Be a good sister now... and help her,” he said, nudging her gently towards the storeroom door.
Kirti groaned, muttering under her breath about his ways, but did as asked. She knocked softly before stepping inside, where Sanyukta was hurriedly wiping her tears, trying to pull herself together.
“Bhabhiii... come, let’s go! Aapke liye special designer aaya hai. We need to pick the best dress for you, and then there's a special spa session booked for you... at home!” Kirti said, her voice overly cheerful, intentionally brushing off the lingering tension in the air.
Sanyukta managed a faint smile, grateful for Kirti’s effort. She nodded, quietly agreeing to go.
Outside, leaning against the wall, Ranvijay finally exhaled a breath of relief as he watched them leave together. A part of him wanted to storm back in and fix everything himself, but for now, he knew Kirti’s gentle presence was exactly what Sanyukta needed—because sometimes, even the strongest man has to accept when his words won't be enough.
Ranvijay came downstairs quietly, his mind still preoccupied with the image of Sanyukta wiping her tears. His jaw clenched slightly, the weight of the situation resting heavily on his shoulders. He spotted his father lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of the storm brewing upstairs. Without a word, Ranvijay dropped himself onto the couch beside him with a tired sigh, rubbing his hands together as if trying to release some of the tension bottled up inside.
“Kya hua?” Pratap asked, his gaze fixed on his phone, sensing his son's presence but not the gravity of his silence.
Ranvijay scoffed lightly, but the usual sharpness in his tone was missing. “Jo nahi hona chahiye tha…” he muttered. “And don't ask me what. Main batane waala nahi hoon aapko kuch bhi.”
Pratap frowned, finally putting his phone aside, realizing this wasn’t his son’s usual playful grumbling. Before the conversation could stretch any further, Ranvijay called out, “Maaa…”
Pushpa ji arrived within moments, immediately noticing the unusual stiffness in her son’s posture. She settled beside him, her eyes scanning his face with quiet concern.
“Sanyukta naraz hai kya?” she asked softly, already guessing the reason behind his unease.
Ranvijay’s facade cracked just a little as he looked at his mother, his features tightening before he masked it with a childlike pout. “Sab aapke pati ki wajah se ho raha hai,” he said, gesturing towards his father, but his voice lacked its usual teasing bite.
Pratap sat straighter, narrowing his eyes. “Abey... maine kya kiya?” he asked, genuinely confused now.
Ranvijay exhaled slowly, dragging a hand over his face. “Jab tak meri biwi normal nahi ho jaati... please don't talk to him. Give him the silent treatment I’m getting,” he said, only half-joking this time.
Pushpa ji gently rubbed his back, understanding that beneath the sarcasm, her son was worried. “Sab theek ho jayega,” she whispered, but Ranvijay only shook his head slightly, as if unsure.
“What did I do in this? Yeh sab tum dono ki galti hai,” Pratap added, but his words sounded distant to Ranvijay, who was lost in thought.
Pushpa ji shot her husband a glare. “Aapne zindagi mein kabhi apni mistake accept ki hai jo aaj karenge?”
Ranvijay managed a small smirk. “Harishchandra ke baad seedha Pratap Singh Shekhawat ka hi naam aayega history mein… The one who never lied and the other one who was never wrong.”
The comment earned him a glare from his father, but even that felt muted in the moment. Ranvijay leaned into his mother’s touch when she began running her fingers through his hair, just like she used to when he was younger. For a brief moment, it brought him comfort, but the knot in his chest remained.
“Pehle hi pareshan tha mera beta... and now he’s even more upset,” Pushpa ji murmured, her gaze softening.
“Saala meri waat lagi hai toh main baaki logon ko bhi aaram se nahi rehne dunga,” Ranvijay thought with a half-hearted side glance at his father, but even his internal monologue lacked its usual spark.
“Let me talk to Sanyukta... main samjhata hoon usse. She’s a sensible girl,” Pratap offered.
Ranvijay immediately rolled his eyes. “Of course. Taaki woh aur zyada naraz ho jaye mujhse. Papa, do you even realise how you sound right now?”
He shook his head, his voice turning a shade more serious. “Meri image bilkul kharab kar do... she’ll think, ‘Kaisa aadmi hai yeh... apne maa-baap ke paas jaake ro raha hai har baat pe.’”
Pushpa ji tried to lighten the mood. “Haan toh ro hi raha hai tu. Isme kya galat sochegi woh?”
Pratap sighed. “Infact, lagta hai aaj toh meri aur Pushpa ki ladai bhi karwa ke hi rahega. Sirf isliye kyunki teri wife ne tujhe daant diya.”
Ranvijay forced a smirk. “Maa, why don’t you just divorce him?” he quipped, though his heart wasn’t fully in the joke.
Pushpa ji chuckled, but even she could sense the heaviness hanging over him. Pratap shook his head and stood up, brushing his hands together as if to shake off the strange energy in the room. “I have better things to do. You deal with him,” he said to Pushpa ji before leaving, knowing well enough that Ranvijay wasn’t in the mood to be teased today.
As silence settled around them, Ranvijay leaned back, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. His mother stayed quietly by his side, understanding that sometimes, what he needed most was just someone to sit with him without asking too many questions.
Because beneath all the wit, sarcasm, and charm... was just a man worried sick about the only person who truly mattered to him right now.
“Jayda serious baat hai kya?” Pushpa ji asked softly, her experienced eyes reading the tension behind the usual mischief on her son’s face.
Ranvijay met her gaze, the weight of unspoken worries flickering in his eyes. He sighed heavily before leaning his head on her shoulder like a child seeking refuge.
“Roo rahi thi maa…,” he whispered, the words tasting bitter as they left his mouth. “And I felt like a failure.” There was no sarcasm this time, only raw honesty. “Mujhe lag raha tha sab theek kar raha hoon... ki I’m keeping her happy. But ab lag raha hai... it was all just a delusion. Kuch samajh hi nahi aa raha. Everything feels... wrong,” he confessed, knowing well that if anyone could guide him, it was her.
Pushpa ji smiled softly, placing a tender kiss on his hair, as if trying to soothe the storm inside him.
“You know Ranvijay... hum auratein aisi hi hoti hain,” she began with the wisdom only years of experience could give. “We make our family, the people we love, our first priority... Apni poori zindagi doosron ka khayal rakhne aur khush karne mein nikal dete hain. It's just... in our nature to nurture. But... even we need someone to take care of us too. Hum bhi insaan hi hain na...”
Ranvijay stayed quiet, listening as she gently ran her hand through his hair.
“Roz nahi bolte hum log... chhoti chhoti cheezon pe chup rehte hain. Par jab dam toot jaata hai, toh sirf aansuon ka flood aata hai. Aur tab har woh cheez yaad aati hai jo kabhi dil ko dukhati thi,” Pushpa ji finished, patting his head with quiet affection.
Ranvijay let out a dry chuckle, his sarcasm never too far. “Haan, woh toh dekh liya maine... par solution kya hai flood ka? Doob ke marr jaaun?” he muttered, the jest covering up the helplessness inside.
Pushpa ji shook her head and gave his cheek a light slap. “Chup kar. Doobne ka nahi, rasta nikalne ka kaam hota hai tum jaise logo ka. You love her, beta. You know her better than anyone. Tumhe pata hai kya pasand hai usse, kya cheez khushi deti hai... wahi karo.”
Ranvijay nodded slowly, thoughtful for a moment before the mischief returned to his eyes. “But maa, do you know what I like when I’m sad?” he asked dramatically, peeking up at her.
Pushpa ji chuckled. “Bol, kya khayega?”
He smirked. “Arre maa... itna toh you should know. I’m your most favourite child... the most beloved son!”
Ranvijay sat up straighter, grinning as he added, “Tell me, Pushpa, who do you love the most in this entire world?”
Pushpa ji laughed, shaking her head at her dramatic son. “Of course, it’s you, my darling son.”
Ranvijay clutched his chest playfully. “Uff, Pushpa ji... flower nahi, meri zindagi ka garden hai aap,” he declared, making them both burst into hearty laughter, the heaviness of the moment slightly lifted.
After a few seconds of silence, he turned to her with a smirk. “Chalo... shall I go and gain some more sympathy from my sweet Indu?”
Pushpa ji immediately slapped his arm lightly. “Bilkul nahi! Unhe pareshan mat kar. We keep the elders and kids away from tension... samjha?”
Ranvijay raised his hands in mock surrender. “Samajh gaya, madam.”
Pushpa ji smiled warmly at him, her heart swelling with love for the man who, no matter how big he became, always found his way back to his mother's lap when the world felt too heavy.
And in that moment, Ranvijay knew... if anyone could give him the strength to fix things with Sanyukta, it was sitting right beside him.
Anjali and Anushka entered the hall quietly, sensing the lingering tension in the air. Ranvijay immediately stood up from the couch, his eyes landing on his younger sister.
"Anuuu..." he called out, his voice soft yet commanding.
Anushka looked up, managing a small smile as she walked over to him. "Ji Bhai..." she responded, coming to stand before him.
"Zyada daant mat dikha... warna muh tod dunga dono Romeo-Juliet ka," Ranvijay warned, making her pout dramatically.
"Zyada smart samajhti hai tu khud ko, haan? I saw you in the parking area of my office building... Tu leke aayi thi usse mere office tak," he added, raising a brow, waiting for her to explain.
"Nahi... I just told him whatever was happening. It was his idea to come to your office, and he asked me to stay back," Anushka clarified, her voice low, almost hesitant.
Ranvijay scoffed lightly, folding his arms. "Acha, toh ab aisa ho gaya hai ki you can cry in front of that chimpanzee, but you can't come to your brother directly? Tu ek baar bhi aayi mujhse baat karne... Have you become that distant ki ab mere paas bhi nahi aa sakti?" he asked, his disappointment seeping through his words, making her lower her gaze to the floor.
"Asa nahi hai Bhai..." Anushka whispered, her throat tightening as emotions bubbled up. "Mujhe khud kuch samajh nahi aa raha tha... kya ho raha hai, kaise handle karoon... I didn't know how to deal with any of this."
She paused, blinking rapidly to keep her tears at bay. "Mujhe nahi pata tha aapka aur Rudraksh ka koi past hai... Even he didn’t know I’m your sister until that Vicky incident," she added, her voice trembling.
Ranvijay sighed deeply, his tough exterior softening as he wiped away the lone tear that had escaped down her cheek. "That doesn’t matter anymore," he murmured.
"But do you realise how much you hurt me... and everyone else? You wanted us at your Roka ceremony, but tu khud aa kar nahi bol sakti thi sab kuch? Kabhi Papa ke paas jaake ro rahi hai, kabhi uss langoor ke paas... I was angry, Anu. But even then, you didn't approach your Bhabhi... the one who was taking part in all the preparations, even when we were ready to walk away from it all."
His gaze softened but the disappointment lingered. "Tu toh badi bestfriend bani firti thi uski... What happened now? Pyaar ke chakkar mein sab bhool gayi?" he asked, shaking his head.
"Nahi Bhai... please don't say that," Anushka whispered desperately, wiping her tears with shaky hands. "Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha tha kaise jaaun Bhabhi ke paas... Meri himmat nahi ho rahi thi... I tried... really, I did. But I couldn't. Maine unko beech mein drag kar liya... I didn’t know how to fix it or what to say."
Her sobs grew heavier, guilt spilling over as she continued, "Even after Papa’s approval, I’m not able to be happy... Na main Rudraksh ke saath khush ho pa rahi hoon, na ghar mein sab kuch theek lag raha hai. I’ve messed up everything... the family... you... and the worst part is thinking you'd never talk to me again. Just the thought of losing you... it's unbearable."
Before she could spiral further, Ranvijay gently pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her like a protective shield. "It’s okay... I understand. Mujhe samajhna chahiye tha ki tere mein dimaag nahi hai. You're just an idiot," he teased, trying to lighten the mood.
Anushka sniffled but managed a watery smile. "I’m the biggest idiot, I know... You don't have to forgive Rudraksh for me... Just... just love me like you always do. Ignore him if you want, but don't stop being my Bhai... please?" she pleaded softly.
Ranvijay chuckled, wiping her tears with his thumb. "Chal bata, kaun zyada handsome hai?" he asked, raising a brow.
"You, of course," Anushka giggled through her tears, and Ranvijay nodded with an exaggerated, proud smirk.
"Who fights better? Dekha tha na kaise movie style maara tha uss langoor ko?" Ranvijay added, and Anushka rolled her eyes with a pout.
"Bhai... ab itni bhi beizzati mat karo," she whined.
Ranvijay narrowed his eyes playfully. "Thik hai... I accept. You're more powerful," she said, exaggeratedly bowing down. "Self-obsession at its peak," she muttered, making him smack the back of her head lightly.
"Arrey! Maine abhi hair treatment liya hai... kharaab mat karo, Bhai!" she complained, dramatically fixing her hair.
Ranvijay gave her a once-over and shook his head. "No makeup, no plastic surgery... kuch nahi kaam aayega. Tujhe toh doosra janam lena padega acchi dikhne ke liye," he declared with a perfectly serious expression, making Anushka gasp.
They both burst into their usual bickering, the hall filling with the familiar, comforting sound of their sibling banter. Somewhere in between her laughter, Anushka felt lighter. For the first time in days, she felt like herself again — because her brother was talking to her like he always did.
From a distance, Pratap watched them with a knowing smile. "Only he holds the power to alter the entire environment of this house," he muttered, pride glinting in his eyes as he watched his son.
Among his three children, he always knew Ranvijay was different. The chaos. The heart. The glue that held them all together — from the youngest to the eldest.
"Come now... and talk to your Bhabhi," Ranvijay said after a moment, nodding toward Sanyukta's room.
Anushka hesitated, the nervousness returning. "You help me," she said, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.
"Main jaaunga tere saath toh baat aur kharaab ho jayegi... meri khud ki fatti hui hai aaj usse," Ranvijay muttered, scratching the back of his head.
Anushka giggled. "Toh mujhe kuch nahi bolegi woh?"
"I can guarantee that... but mujhe toh laat maar ke bhaga degi agar abhi uske saamne gaya toh," Ranvijay added with a smirk, making Anushka laugh even harder.
And just like that, they both found a moment of peace — in each other, in their shared laughter, and in the unbreakable bond of a brother and sister who always found their way back home.
Sanyukta had just finished tidying up the room, thanking Kirti for her help before setting herself to arrange the bed. The evening felt quieter than usual, the weight of the day's chaos still lingering faintly in the air.
Just as she fluffed the pillows, a soft knock echoed through the room.
Turning her head, Sanyukta saw Anushka hesitantly peeking inside, her fingers nervously clutching the doorframe. Before Sanyukta could even respond, Anu pushed the door open wider and stepped in with slow, reluctant steps.
Sanyukta observed her carefully, sensing the storm of emotions brewing beneath her composed facade. She stayed silent, waiting, allowing Anushka the space to gather her courage.
“Bhabhiii…” Anushka whispered, her voice barely above a breath, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.
She hesitated, gulping as if her throat had dried up, and then, before Sanyukta could react, the dam finally broke.
“Sorryyy…” The word was fragile and trembling, and in the very next second, Anushka collapsed into sobs.
“Anuuu…” Sanyukta immediately rushed to her, wrapping her arms around her as Anushka cried harder, the weight of her guilt pouring out all at once.
The words tumbled out in broken pieces, barely forming sentences, lost between hiccups and gasps.
Sanyukta held her tightly, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Shhh… bas, stop crying now, Anu… Calm down first,” she murmured gently, rocking her a little the way one would a child, her own heart softening seeing Anushka like this.
But Anushka only clung tighter, her whole body trembling with the force of her sobs, as if finally letting go of the burden she had been carrying alone.
It took a while, but eventually, Sanyukta managed to ease her down, making her sip some water and settle beside her on the bed.
For a few moments, neither of them spoke. The silence was thick but not uncomfortable—just heavy with all the unspoken words Anushka was struggling to say.
Finally, wiping her damp cheeks, Anushka looked at Sanyukta with red, swollen eyes and whispered, “I feel like a villain…”
Sanyukta blinked, half surprised and half amused.
She couldn't help the small smile tugging at her lips. Definitely Ranvijay’s sister... Sanyukta thought, shaking her head slightly. These siblings are something else. Chaotic, unpredictable… and so different from normal humans. Except Ranveer Bhai, of course.
“Do I give serial vamp vibes?” Anushka asked with a small sob, and this time, Sanyukta let out a soft chuckle.
“Pagal ladki…” she muttered, pulling Anushka into another comforting hug.
“I wanted to say sorry for so long,” Anushka admitted quietly, her voice muffled against Sanyukta’s shoulder. “But… mujhe ajeeb lag raha tha… I was scared how you'd react…”
“Accha? Aur aisa kyun laga? Do I give vamp vibes?” Sanyukta teased gently, repeating her words, making Anushka shake her head furiously.
“Of course not, Bhabhi! You’re always so nice. I was the meanyyy one… dragging you into my mess…” Anushka’s voice trailed off, guilt pooling in her eyes again.
And Sanyukta couldn’t help but smile softly. Yes, there had been hurt. Yes, she had felt the sting of being caught in the middle of it all. But looking at Anushka now, so raw and genuine in her apology, it was impossible to hold on to any anger.
“Anuuu,” Sanyukta said softly, brushing a hand over her hair, “I understand what you were feeling. But bache, the more we delay making amends, the bigger the misunderstandings become. Jo baat pehle sort ho jaani thi, ek time ke baad vo sirf aur gehri hoti jati hai…”
She paused, making sure Anushka was truly listening.
“You could have gone to your brother earlier. You've known him your whole life. Hum apno se naraz ho sakte hai, hurt ho sakte hai, but alag kabhi nahi ho sakte. No matter how bad things get... Ranvijay loves you too much for that. You know that better than anyone.”
Anushka nodded, fresh tears welling up but not falling this time. “I’ve understood that now, Bhabhi… but us waqt, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even ask for help. Bas… sirf roti rahi… in front of Rudraksh, Papa… hoping someone else would fix everything for me. But I never faced my mistakes.”
Sanyukta placed a comforting hand on hers. “Don’t cry anymore. I know the past few weeks have been like a rollercoaster for you. But now it’s over, Anu. Tomorrow is a big day for you… you should be happy. You deserve that. But for that, you need rest. You need peace.”
Anushka nodded, and for the first time in what felt like ages, a small, genuine smile found its way to her lips.
Feeling lighter than before, she leaned into Sanyukta, hugging her again. And Sanyukta hugged her back just as tightly, silently promising that no matter what storms came next, they would face them together—because that’s what family does.
Anushka stepped out of the room grinning like an excited child, her face brighter than it had been in days. Without warning, she threw her arms around Ranvijay, making him groan dramatically.
“Bhabhi toh sabse achi hai… she didn’t even scold me like you or Maa,” Anu said smugly, shooting him a triumphant look.
“Haan haan, pata hai pata hai… apne baap ko mat sikha,” Ranvijay retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Anu rolled her eyes. “Main toh sort kar liya... worry about yourself! Bade aaye Baap banne…” she added, sticking out her tongue before poking him playfully.
Ranvijay smirked, shaking his head. “Zyada hawa mein mat udd… raato raat gayab karwa dunga uss bandar ko, phir roti rehna,” he warned, his usual teasing threat making Anushka scoff.
“You’ll drive me mad, Bhaiii... itne din baad finally mujhe achi neend aane wali hai. I should leave now,” she said with a dramatic sigh, already walking away, clearly feeling lighter than she had in weeks.
Ranvijay watched her go, exhaling slowly as he muttered to himself, “Yaha toh sab settle ho gaya… ab main kya karu... andar jaun ki nahi…” He rubbed the back of his neck, mentally debating his next move.
“Ranvijayyy…” Arnav's voice called from downstairs.
“Kya hai!!!” Ranvijay replied, leaning over the railing.
Arnav grinned up at him, gesturing towards the living room. “Drinks?”
Ranvijay didn’t need convincing. He nodded and started descending the stairs, already feeling the idea growing on him.
“Idhar nahi… chal apne purane adde pe… udhar hi piyenge,” Ranvijay suggested, and Arnav’s approving nod sealed the plan.
But halfway through his stride, a familiar authoritative voice stopped him in his tracks.
“Ranvijayyy… kaha jaa raha hai iss time? Khana kha ke jaa!” Pushpa ji called from the kitchen, hands on her hips, her expression leaving no room for argument.
“Maa, aaj mera mood nahi hai ghar pe khaane ka… main bahar kha lunga,” Ranvijay tried to excuse himself casually.
“Nahi! Maine saara kaam chhod ke tere liye khud banaya hai. Chappal padegi agar bina khaye gaya toh!” Pushpa ji warned, her tone resembling that of a strict schoolteacher addressing a naughty student.
Ranvijay huffed, throwing his hands in the air. “Sala koi izzat hi nahi hai meri… kya fayda bada hone ka… apni marzi se bahar bhi nahi jaa sakta…” he grumbled under his breath, though the glint of playful defeat was evident in his eyes.
Arnav chuckled, patting his shoulder. “Chal, dinner kar ke chalte hai. Acha hai, phir koi phone bhi nahi karega ghar jaldi aane ke liye.”
Reluctantly but with a hidden smile, Ranvijay followed him to the dining table.
Sanyukta was seated there, feeding Avu, who was babbling between small bites. Ranvijay slid into the chair beside them, his presence immediately lighting up Avu's face.
“Dadyyyy… paty hai kalllll…” Avu informed him with a mouthful of food, his words muffled yet clear enough to make everyone smile.
“Achaaaa… isiliye itni decoration ho rahi hai,” Ranvijay played along, feigning surprise as he glanced around.
Avu nodded eagerly, confirming his act with utmost sincerity.
“Kis liye party hai? Mujhe toh kisi ne bataya hi nahi,” Ranvijay continued his dramatic act, making Anushka roll her eyes from across the table.
“Buaaa ka ruknaaa hai…” Avu answered proudly, his innocent voice filling the room, making everyone chuckle at his cuteness.
Ranvijay leaned in, whispering conspiratorially, “Baby, Bua ko rokna nahi... kal Bua ki ticket kaatni hai. Bahut din rok liya isse ab.”
Anushka groaned loudly, throwing her napkin at him while the rest of the table burst into laughter.
Moments like these felt rare and precious—lighthearted, peaceful, filled with the familiar comfort of family banter.
Ranvijay's gaze briefly drifted toward Sanyukta. She was chatting and laughing softly with Poorvi and Anjali, her expression calm, as if the recent storms had never touched her.
“Flood ke baad seedha rainbow…” Ranvijay muttered under his breath, his words unnoticed by the others but enough for Pushpa ji to catch. She shot him a knowing look, shaking her head with a small smile, as if silently acknowledging how their house had finally found a moment of quiet after the chaos.
And for a brief moment, Ranvijay allowed himself to simply enjoy it.
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