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"Can I see her?" he asked, his voice raw with desperation. "Just once?"
Aniruddh looked at Bondita, his eyes demanding an answer. "Bolo," he commanded, his voice sharp. "Kuch poocha hai tumse." (Speak. I have asked you something.)
Bondita's hands trembled slightly. "Haa... woh Dida ne... thoda sa doodh piya tha... subah... aur uske baad..." (Yes... Dida had... drank a little milk... in the morning... and after that...) Her voice trailed off, a knot forming in her stomach.
Aniruddh grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him, his grip like a vice. "Tum apne parivaar se bhi zyada dhokebaaz ho," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "Kabhi maaf nahi karunga main tumhe." (You are more treacherous than your own family. I will never forgive you.) He shoved her toward the door, his rage a physical force.
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