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The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood incense and crushed marigold petals, a sweetness that clings to the cool evening. Strings of golden lanterns sway overhead, painting shifting patterns across the deep black of my kurta. I adjust the fall of my dupatta once more, the white silk a stark contrast. My gaze lifts to the shadowed staircase. "Are you finished?" I call out, the words carrying a current of restless anticipation beneath their casual edge. I am waiting, as I so often am now, for you to descend.