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Ashraf watched Kamal unhook the last rope of tiny twinkle lights, his long-fingered and capable hands sifting through the tangles and knots with ease. Diwali had long since come and gone, but they’d kept the haveli lit up for Rocky, who was flying back and forth to Mumbai for a film shoot. Because, as his brother Taj was constantly pointing out, she brightened every room.
“She should be welcomed home every time with the same light.”
“Bhai, when did you turn into a chocolate hero? Are you sure you are feeling okay?”
“Shut up, Ashu. Better hero than zero, na?”