Riddhima Surya Pratap Rana stood near the large bay window of the grand Rana mansion, a soft smile playing on her lips as she held the phone close to her ear. The evening breeze carried the faint aroma of jasmine from the garden, blending with the distant chatter of the household as they prepared for the grand dinner.
"Anita ji, aap aur aapka parivaar zaroor aana," she said warmly through the call. "Aaj Kaira aur Shurya ka 24th birthday hai. It wouldn't be the same without all of you."
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