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Mihir grabbed her wrist. “Ignore it. It’s a trick of the altitude, the gas from the marshes—”

The last light flickered. And then, impossibly, it changed. The hospital scene dissolved. Instead, the woman tucked her hair behind her ear and turned—and there was Mihir, younger, grinning, holding up a cheap ring in a cardboard box. The moment he proposed. The moment they chose each other. meera mihir latest

“It’s wrong,” Meera replied. “Look closer.” Mihir grabbed her wrist

“Let’s go home,” she said. “And start over.” meera mihir latest

Meera pulled back just enough to look at him. “We have to go back different.”