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like arc

debris of what collapsed, decide what's worth salvag

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ted wit

grounding the beans, watching the steam curl in the air. It was the first time in weeks I'd done something

that di

ht loss, the darker eyes, the distant stares. My assistant, Veena, kept meet

the conference room and f

esi

nable housing project-a concept I

sn't

rvous when I ra

. "She was inspired by some of your older sket

h soul. They reminded me of a younger me-the one who believed buildings

meet me tomor

-

walked into my office like

as ref

e tabloids still whispered about. But Meher? She plopped her laptop on the table and said, "I know I cou

"Emotiona

e should make people feel. Not just function. I was trying to des

No flattery. Just a genuine des

rst time in mo

" I said. "Le

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t became m

ilies. But I poured myself into it. Redesigned every corner. Discussed every detail with Meher a

enged me.

started feeling like a c

ssion, Meher found me star

tle, "you don't talk much about the divorce. Not

her. "What's

m angry... but also

arder than

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d. "That ma

hat. But I knew she understo

-

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project near

ow being spoken in boardrooms again-but cautiously. I didn't ca

ething unexpe

ed an in

m K

awyer. A simple, handwritten

But there's something I need to tell you. In pe

I'll be at the villa in Goa. The one we al

hour. After th

the note for

't wan

I ha

for

r

. Sometimes, it's a conversation you need t

-

perched on a cliff, untouche

white kurta, barefoot, hair tied back. She l

speak ri

ded me

All the properties. Tra

them?"

the rights. The rest... I never really wanted them. I w

ow?" I

d at me wit

r forgiveness. I want you

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you,"

something I d

a photo of us from our wedding day-fr

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moment,

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