The small tea shop in Kollam was nearly empty at three in the afternoon, the lunch crowd gone and the evening customers yet to arrive. Bhavani sat at a corner table, her hands wrapped around a glass of chai she hadn't touched, watching the door with the same nervous anticipation she'd once felt waiting for Aditya's messages. But this time, the anxiety came from a different source—the knowledge that she was about to face the architects of her deception, not as their victim seeking answers, but as someone trying to prevent a tragedy.
When Meenu and Devika entered, Bhavani was struck by how young they looked, how fragile. The confident college girls who had seemed so sophisticated in their manipulation now appeared as what they really were—teenagers overwhelmed by consequences they'd never imagined.



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