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The crystal chandelier cast honey-gold light across the Rajput family's dining table. Usually, dinner was a peaceful affair, marked by gentle conversation and the soft clink of silverware against porcelain. Tonight, however, the air crackled with tension.

Vanya's words hung in the space between them: "Mujhe Political Science padhna hai ("I want to study Political Science")

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