The evening sky over the Thakur estate darkened swiftly, heavy clouds rolling in like omens as the first fat raindrops splattered against the stone walls.
Inside the brothers' quarters, Laxmi and her daughter Sita moved like shadows, their simple saris clinging to their sweat-dampened skin from the humid air.
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