hello guys
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BECAUSE RECENTLY A READER REMINDED ME THAT THE BOOK IS ABOUT ME, IT'S MINE AND THE FACT THAT I LOVE WRITING THIS BOOK NOT ONLY FOR THE VOTES AND READS BUT FOR THE LOVE AND FEEL OF BONDING I MYSELF FEEL BETWEEN KARTIKI AND HER BROTHERS IS WHAT I AM CHERISHING TODAY.
I HOPE YOU TOO FEEL IT AND FINDI COMMFORT IN IT.
SO ENJOY GUYS!!!!👍
HAPPY READING!!❤️
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The first rays of sunlight crept lazily into my room, scattering golden streaks across the floor and over the bed.
I stirred, blinking slowly, the kind of blink that comes when your body has had the rare luxury of true rest.
Something felt... different. Something warm. Something holding me back from simply getting up and starting the day.
My breath hitched when I realized—small, delicate arms were wrapped tightly around me, clinging as though I was the only anchor left in her storm.
I tilted my chin down, and there it was—her head resting right against me. Kartiki.
For a moment, I froze.
The rhythmic thump of her tiny heartbeat echoed against my chest, steady and fragile all at once.
Her soft breathing, so even now, was a stark contrast to the broken sobs from the night before. And that's when it all hit me like a flood—the midnight pasta, her nightmares, her tears soaking into my shirt, her childlike grip refusing to let me leave.
I tried to gently pry her hands free, but God... it was like trying to escape a death grip.
(Author saying: Of course, don't mistake her small state for weakness afterall she is MY CREATION 😏😏)
She held on unconsciously, refusing to let go even in sleep. I sighed.
A part of me wanted to stay like this, to give her the safety she clearly craved.
And yet... another part of me—the part that had always kept walls up, the part that had forgotten what it meant to feel this kind of comfort—was strangely at peace.
"Chhoti si hai... par himmat aur dard dono apne andar chhupa rakhi hai."
("She's so small... yet she carries both courage and pain inside her.")
The thought slipped in unbidden, a whisper in my mind. Maybe that's what people never understood. A fragile figure doesn't mean a fragile spirit. And Kartiki... she was proof of it.
My gaze shifted to the clock on the nightstand. My eyes widened. 8:00. My jaw nearly dropped.
"What the—?" I muttered under my breath, rubbing my eyes. "So late?"(Author saying: don't take it seriously guys, i only wake up till 10🫡)
Too late for me. I wasn't the kind to let the sun catch me sleeping. I reached for my alarm, confusion lining my face. The damn thing had rung. Not once. Not twice. But three times. Five o'clock, five-thirty, six. And I hadn't budged.
I actually laughed—a low, disbelieving laugh. When was the last time I had slept like this? Slept through alarms, through discipline, through my own self-imposed rules? Never.
Yet here I was, feeling... refreshed. Clear-headed. Alive.
I shook my head, running a hand through my hair. "You've turned me into a lazy man overnight, love." I whispered softly, my lips curving into a faint smile.
I slipped carefully out of her hold—though it wasn't easy—and padded to the bathroom. Cold water splashed on my face, the sting waking me further.
By the time I emerged, showered and dressed, I'd accepted that today my gym routine was a lost cause. But strangely, it didn't gnaw at me the way it usually did.
As I walked back into the room, I paused. Kartiki had rolled towards the edge of the bed, tiny fists clutching a pillow as if it were her lifeline.
For a second, my heart lurched—I could see how dangerously close she was to falling. Muttering under my breath, I grabbed spare pillows and carefully arranged them around the floor by her side. Just in case.
Satisfied she wouldn't get hurt, I straightened and moved towards the door.
The moment I stepped out, I saw him. Baba.
He was walking down the corridor, dignified as ever, his eyes immediately catching mine. The years hadn't dulled his aura—if anything, the weight of responsibility had sharpened it.
"Good morning, Baba," I greeted, automatically bending down to touch his feet, just like Ma had taught us.
Some habits, after all, weren't just rituals. They were roots.
"Sukhi raho," Baba murmured out of habit, blessing me without pause.
But his face—ah, that face—was plastered with a knowing expression. I could already predict what was coming.
Before he could even open his mouth, I threw my hands up.
"I know, I know. I ate pasta. I skipped gym. I woke up late. And yes, that's because I was sleeping." I exhaled dramatically.😮💨
"There. I've confessed, Baba. Happy?"
Baba's lips twitched.
His sharp eyes softened with mischief that only surfaced on rare occasions. "Galat."
("Wrong.")
I frowned. "Wrong?"
"That's not why you overslept." He leaned in slightly, voice dropping, teasing but affectionate.
"Tumhāre sone ka wajah hai Pari. Tum apni behen ke saath so rahe the."
("The reason you overslept is Pari. You were sleeping with your sister.")
For the first time that morning, a smile tugged at my lips without me stopping it.
Damn him. He was right.
The warmth in my chest doubled, though I masked it with a roll of my eyes.
"Yeah," I muttered, almost sheepishly. "Guess you caught me."
Baba chuckled softly, then his expression shifted. The teasing faded, replaced by the seriousness of the man who had built an empire on discipline and instinct.
"I was actually looking for you," he said, his tone measured now.
"There's an important meeting today. We need to sit down and discuss it before we leave."
I straightened instantly, shoulders squaring, the familiar switch back to duty sliding into place. "Yeah, let's go."
Morning light streamed through the thin curtains of another room in the mansion, brushing across the face of Jeevansh. His eyes fluttered open reluctantly, and the first thing he noticed was the brightness.
His eyes fluttered open reluctantly, and the first thing he noticed was the brightness.
"7:30?" he muttered, squinting at the clock on his nightstand. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
On any other day, by this time, he would already be drenched in sweat, finishing the first half of his gym session with Virendra.
Not because he loved discipline—far from it.
But because his elder brother, ever the commander, had taken it upon himself to make sure his younger brother's body and mind didn't rot in laziness.
Truth be told, Jeevansh didn't hate working out.
In fact, he secretly loved it.
Or maybe he just loved the reward—the satisfying sight of chiseled abs staring back at him in the mirror. (Author : ahem! ahem!🤫)
The problem was consistency.
He could be extreme on both ends:
One day, he had the sheer recklessness to doze off in the middle of bench presses.
Another day, he'd decide to push himself into near collapse by running ten kilometers non-stop just to "feel the burn."
Virendra, of course, had no patience for this chaos. And so he had declared himself in charge of his brother's fitness. "If you want to train, train right. If you slack off, you answer to me." That was his law. And Jeevansh had lived under it.
BUT, BUT, it was better that Rudra. Because Rudra was the strictest person alive in the world in matters related to academics or gym.
Jeevansh thought , HITLER KA BHAI HITLER ofc with the exception of me.
Now, though, as reality dawned upon him, dread spread across Jeevansh's face. "I am so dead," he whispered.
Dragging himself out of bed, he quickly scanned the hallway, his mind already racing. Only Baba can save me from Hitler Bhai's lecture today...
And just as he was about to hurry toward the study, he bumped into Vedansh.
Vedansh raised an eyebrow, smirking as always. "Finally... subah ho gayi aapki?"
("Finally... so you decided to wake up this morning?")
"Stop teasing, yaar!" Jeevansh groaned dramatically, clutching his chest. "Save me from Hitler Bhai's scolding. If he finds out I overslept, I swear I'll die from his lecture alone!"
Vedansh, ever the calm one, folded his arms and raised his brows with mock seriousness. "Well... he was angry."
Jeevansh's eyes widened. Panic flashed across his face. "Don't joke, Ved! You know how he gets—"
But Vedansh's lips twitched, his calm façade breaking into a grin. "Arrey don't worry. Aaj toh Bhaiyya khud hi nahi aaye."
("Relax, today even Bhaiyya didn't come.")
"Sach? Really?" Jeevansh asked, his tone filled with childlike joy, the kind of excitement one only gets when discovering a surprise holiday at school.
"Haan mere bhai, sach." (Yes, my brother, it's true.) Vedansh chuckled.
"Now go get ready. I just saw Virendra Bhai going with Baba some time ago." And with that, he left, shaking his head at his younger brother's relief.
For a moment, Jeevansh just stood there, blinking. Then the dots connected. Slowly, a sly smile crept across his lips.
"Wait a minute... Bhai overslept? That never happens." His voice dropped, amusement glittering in his eyes. "There's only one explanation."
His smile widened. "He must have slept with Kartiki."
The thought filled him with unexpected warmth.
For so long, Virendra had been untouchable, disciplined to the point of being unshakable.
And now, because of one little girl, he had skipped gym. It wasn't weakness—it was humanity.
"I should go and thank my little sis," Jeevansh muttered, his grin turning mischievous.
And so, he made his way toward Virendra's room, anticipation buzzing in his chest.
When he pushed the door open quietly, the sight that greeted him made his amusement soften into something gentler.
Kartiki lay sprawled horizontally across the bed, her small body taking up more space than seemed possible for someone her size.
A pillow was clutched tightly in her arms, her lips pressed against the fabric as though it were a shield.
She had a habit of rolling in her sleep—anyone could tell just from the way the blanket was twisted and the pillows scattered.
For a moment, Jeevansh just stood there, watching. His heart ached, remembering all the nights she must have twisted and turned in fear, fighting demons in her dreams. But today—today, she looked... safe.
"Oh my God... meri behen toh kitni cute lag rahi hai, blanket mein uljhi hui." (Oh my God, my sister looks so cute all tangled up in the blanket.)
Then he went towards her to written her position but ended up in Kartiki's tight embrace.
Her tiny fists are clutching at me with that death grip, like if she let go, the whole world would collapse.
I smile to myself. Bhaiya too must be in a good mood today; after all, it's impossible to stay angry when Kartiki's around.
So what if I sleep in a little? Hugging Kartiki's fragile yet comforting frame closer, I feel something I rarely ever feel—absolute peace.
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Far away from that fragile bubble of innocence, the air in Vijay's study was heavy with tension. Papers were neatly arranged on the mahogany desk, but they were ignored, forgotten.
The real weight of the morning sat in the silence between father and son.
Finally, Vijay dialed a number. His voice, cold and sharp, cut through the air.
"Aditya. What do you have for me?"
On the other end, Aditya's reply was crisp, but his anger was barely leashed.
"Sir, there's no report of any missing child. No unusual movements near the warehouse. No suspicious activity. But... give me a name, and I promise you—within minutes, I'll have them crawling before you. Whoever dared to lay a hand on our Kartiki... I'll tear them apart with my own hands."
The darkness in his tone was palpable, a reflection of the fury simmering inside all of them.
But Vijay's reply came like stone—steady, unshaken.
"No. We can't ask her now. She's barely adjusting. If we push questions, we risk breaking what little trust she's forming. That would end in disaster. For now, keep your eyes on the warehouse. Quietly."
"Yes, Boss." The line clicked dead.
Silence stretched. But inside Virendra, there was no silence.
Only rage. His fists clenched, veins throbbing, his jaw tight enough to crack.
"How? How can anyone be so heartless?" he hissed under his breath.
"She's just a little girl... How do people live after committing such cruelty?!"
His voice trembled—not with weakness, but with restrained violence. His eyes burned, not with tears, but with fire.
And then, Vijay spoke, his tone cutting through the storm like a calm sea parting raging waves.
"No, Virendra. Don't mistake her for a poor soul. If she was weak, she wouldn't have survived this far. If she was broken, her innocence would've died long ago. But it hasn't. Her purity is intact. Her light is still shining. She is not weak—she is the strongest soul I have ever seen."
The words hit Virendra like a blow, not painful, but grounding.
His breath slowed. His rage shifted into something else—pride. Fierce, unshakable pride.
"Ji, Baba... love is really strong, but we will not let it be tested any more."His voice was soft but resolute, carrying the weight of a promise.
Vijay gave a short nod, though his eyes lingered with thought.
"Virendra, the culprit who leaked information... don't touch him yet. If not for him, Kartiki wouldn't have been found. But don't mistake mercy for trust. Keep him under watch. Always."
Virendra's eyes darkened, his jaw tightening again.
"Yes. And the warehouse—I'll prepare it for our... guests. I won't force Kartiki. But the day she trusts us enough to say those names—that day, even hell will feel merciful compared to what I'll do."
Vijay rose, adjusting his coat, his presence commanding even in silence.
"And I will be there too. Side by side." He glanced at the clock.
"It's already 9:00 AM. I must leave for the office."
"No, Baba. You stay here. She trusts you most. I'll go," Virendra countered quickly.
But Vijay's tone brooked no argument.
"Today, I must go. It's an important meeting. And if she can sleep peacefully with you, it means she trusts you as well. That is no small thing, son. Accept it."
For a moment, Virendra wanted to argue. But instead, he simply bowed his head slightly.
"Theek hai, Baba." (Alright, Baba.)
Together, father and son walked out.
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In the Kitchen
Vedansh and Rudransh sat across from each other at the table, both lost in their screens, their thumbs scrolling in silence.
Neither noticed Vijay and Virendra enter—until Vijay's deep voice cut through.
"Where are Jeevansh and Pari?"
The authority in his tone made both boys jolt. Vedansh fumbled, quickly straightening.
"I... I saw Jeevansh going towards Virendra bhai's room earlier. They must be there, Baba."
Virendra moved instinctively. "I'll go check—"
But Vijay's gaze shifted, sharp and unyielding.
"No. Rudransh, why don't you go?"
Though spoken softly, everyone heard the command laced inside. Not a suggestion. Not an option. A father's order.
Rudra froze, his screen forgotten in his hands. His eyes flicked to his father, searching, almost pleading. But Vijay did not blink.
He knew. He had seen.
How Rudra avoided Kartiki, how he kept his distance.
His son's walls were higher than iron, colder than stone. But Vijay also knew—if Rudra never spent even a second with her, those walls would never break.
This was not just about waking a child.
This was about healing a man.
He wanted to argue, to sidestep, but the finality in Vijay's tone left no room. This wasn't a request. It was an order.
Without another word, Rudra pushed back his chair, the scrape of wood against marble echoing in the room.
He didn't look at his brothers, didn't look at his father.
He just walked out, each step heavier than the last.
The door creaked softly as I pushed it open, careful not to make a sound.
I had walked into countless boardrooms, into dangerous negotiations where millions were at stake, and never once had my hand trembled.
But here... my fingers lingered on the doorknob as if it weighed a thousand kilos.
And then I saw them.
Kartiki.
My little sister—though my heart still refused to accept that word fully—sleeping with her tiny fists clutching Jeevansh's shirt as if he were her anchor.
And Jeevansh, that lazy fool who never woke on time, holding her unconsciously, his chin resting on her hair, protecting her even in sleep.
The sight hit me like a punch to the gut.
For a second, I wasn't in this house.
I was a boy again, standing at the edge of Ma's bed.
She had fallen asleep while telling me a story, my small hand trapped in her palm. She had looked peaceful, soft... the only safe place I had ever known.
And then one day, she was gone. That hand was gone. That warmth was gone.
Since then, I had built walls. Iron, steel, unbreakable.
If you don't feel, you don't break—that was my rule.
But now... now this girl, this stranger who had walked into our lives, was breaking everything I had held together.
Just by existing. Just by holding my brother like that.
"Itni chhoti si hai... phir bhi sabko baandh rahi hai." (She's so small, yet she's tying everyone together.)
My chest ached.
A dangerous softness spread inside me.
I hated it. I wanted to step back, to run, to escape before the cracks turned into shatters.
And yet... my hand moved on its own. I took out my phone.
Just one picture. Just one.
A proof that maybe—just maybe—I wasn't as dead inside as I pretended.
Click.
The sound was too loud in the silence.
My breath caught. I stared at the photo—the golden light, Kartiki's fragile fists, Jeevansh's protective arm.
It was perfect. Too perfect.
My throat tightened painfully.
"Nahi..." (No...) I whispered harshly, locking the phone.
"This isn't me. I don't... I can't..."
If I let this moment stay, if I let myself feel, it would rip me apart the way Ma's death had.
Attachment was a wound I couldn't afford to open again.
I forced myself to turn away, to harden my face again, to become Rudra Rajput—the man of stone.
Not a brother, not a son, not a boy who once cried for his mother.
By the time I walked downstairs, my walls were back.
Or at least, I told myself they were.
"Bachche uth gaye?" Baba asked. (Did you wake the kids?)
"They're sleeping too peacefully," I replied flatly, adjusting my tie so he wouldn't see my hands shake. "I didn't want to disturb them. Main office jaa raha hoon." (I'm going to the office.)
Before he could say anything else, I left.
The polished click of my shoes echoed in the hallway, strong and steady.
But inside... the echo of that golden moment, Kartiki's small hands clutching tightly, was tearing through me.
For the first time in years, I realized my walls... might not survive her.
"Yeh kya tha...?" (What was that...?) Vedansh whispered, still staring at the doorway where Rudra had just disappeared. His brows furrowed in confusion.
Never in his life had he seen Rudra retreat from anything—argument, fight, or confrontation.
But now? He had left without a word, as if staying another second might shatter him.
"That. that is what happens when your heart wins over your mind, and mind can't seem to accept it" Vijay said thoughtfully, satisfied by his reaction.
Virendra cleared his throat, forcing everyone's attention away from Rudra's unusual behavior. His voice was calm but carried an edge.
"Chhodo... abhi humein hi jaana padega, unhe uthana hai." (Leave it... for now, we'll have to go and wake them up.)
The brothers nodded, following their father towards the room.
But none of them could ignore the heaviness Rudra's absence left behind.
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As the door opened, the scene inside froze them all in place.
Kartiki was sprawled across Jeevansh's chest, her little arms wrapped tightly around his neck like a lifeline.
Jeevansh's arms, unconsciously, held her protectively around the waist. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a golden halo over them.
For a moment, even time seemed to pause.
Vijay's heart melted instantly, his eyes softening in rare tenderness.
Vedansh and Virendra, however, could only gape—shocked, and yes, undeniably jealous.
To see Kartiki give that innocent trust so freely to Jeevansh—it pierced something raw in them.
Almost instinctively, Vijay reached for his phone, wanting to capture this fragile moment forever. But before he could—
"Jeevansh. Utho." (Jeevansh. Wake up.) Virendra's voice cut through the silence like ice, cold and commanding.
Still, Jeevansh didn't stir.
Vedansh smirked😏😏, leaned down close to his brother's ear, and whispered something mischievous. Then, in a loud voice, he screamed,
"Cockroach!"🙃
He knew Jeevansh's reaction because he was a Bheegi billi, scaredy cat when it came to matters related to cockroach
Jeevansh jerked awake violently, his eyes snapping open in terror. "Kaha?! Kaha hai?!" (Where?! Where is it?!) he shouted, flailing in panic.
But in that instant, Kartiki stirred.
Jolted from her slumber, she blinked up at the voices around her, confusion clouding her little face.
Then, as if remembering something dreadful, she sat upright and began pleading in a trembling voice:
"Nahi...! Main uth gayi!..... Mujhe mat maaro.... please!!(I am awake don't hit me, please)
Her words struck the room like lightning. Every head turned sharply toward her, stunned.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Then Vijay, the first to regain composure, swiftly stepped forward. He gathered Kartiki into his arms, holding her close as he whispered in soothing tones, rubbing gentle circles on her back.
"Shhh... meri pari, chup ho jao. Koi tumhe marna toh dur ki baat , chuenga bhi nahi" (Shhh... my angel, calm down. no one will hit you.)
But his eyes lifted, stone-hard, and fixed on his three sons.
"Kal hi maine kya kaha tha tum sabko?" (What did I tell you all yesterday?) His voice was low, dangerous.
All three brothers looked down instantly, guilt written across their faces. None dared to meet his eyes.
Kartiki's small hand clutched his shirt as she whispered softly, innocently, "Unhone mujhe dara diya, Baba..." (They scared me, Baba...)
Not knowing the effect it would have on Vijay.
Vijay's grip around her tightened protectively.
His voice darkened.
"Jo meri pari ko daraega... usse mujhse bachaane wala koi nahi hoga."
(Whoever dares to scare my angel... no one will be able to save them from me.)
He kissed her hair once, then gently set her down.
"Jao, beta... tum fresh ho jao. Main in teenon se baat karta hoon." (Go, child... you go get ready. I'll deal with these three.)
Though Kartiki didn't want anyone to suffer because of her, the seriousness in his tone left her no choice.
Hesitantly, she walked back to her room. The moment the door clicked shut behind her, silence fell heavy.
Vijay turned back to his sons, his expression a mask of lethal calm.
He wasn't just their Baba now—he was their Boss.
"I won't repeat my question," he said coldly. "What did I say yesterday?"
The three answered in unison, voices low and trembling.
"Ki Kartiki ke saamne koi awaaz nahi uthaayega." (That no one will raise their voice in front of Kartiki.)
"Exactly." His eyes narrowed. "And what did you just do?"
They all gulped. Silence.
"Good," Vijay continued icily. "Since you seem to have forgotten so easily, let me remind you."
His gaze landed on Jeevansh first. "All your gadgets. Every single one. With me. For three days."
"Baba, please! Abhi toh meri holidays hain... main kya karunga bina phone ke?"
(Baba, please! It's my holidays... what will I do without my phone?) Jeevansh whined desperately.
But Vijay was merciless. "Three days? No. I'll take them for your entire holidays. At least then you'll find something productive to do."
Jeevansh's eyes widened in horror, but Vedansh quickly cut in, panicking.
"Nahi! Nahi Baba! Teen din hi le lijiye... bas teen din." (No! No Baba! Take it only for three days... just three days.)
"Better," Vijay said with a smirk.
Then his gaze shifted to Vedansh. "And you... gym banned. For three days."
Vedansh choked.
"Nahi Baba! Gym toh zaroori hai, health ke liye—" (No Baba! Gym is important, for health—)
"Chup." (Silence.) Vijay's voice was sharp as a whip.
"What you need is sleep. If I find you sneaking in even once, I'll lock you in your room with nothing but a blanket. Do you understand?"
Vedansh swallowed hard. "Ji, Baba..." (Yes, Baba...)
Finally, his eyes landed on Virendra.
Virendra sighed, already reaching for his car keys, resigned to his fate.
But Vijay shook his head. "Keep them. They're useless anyway. Because you're not going to work."
Virendra froze. "Baba—"
"No arguments," Vijay cut in sharply.
"You are banned from the office. Effective immediately."
The smirk on Vijay's face was enough to remind them all of one truth—when Baba punished, he knew exactly where to strike. No plea, no bargain could save them.
Virendra clenched his jaw, his pride smarting, but he only muttered, "Fine, Baba..."
Vijay nodded once, satisfied. Then, softer, he added, "Ab sab neeche jao. Main Pari ko lekar aata hoon." (Now all of you go downstairs. I'll bring Pari.)
And with that, the brothers dispersed quietly, guilt still heavy on their shoulders, as Vijay turned toward Kartiki's room with measured steps.
The door closed behind her with a soft click.
Kartiki stood frozen for a moment, her little fists clutching the hem of her dress. Her chest felt heavy.
"Sab meri wajah se hua..." (It all happened because of me...) she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her brothers' faces flashed in her mind—their heads bowed, their eyes filled with guilt as Baba's voice thundered.
They had looked so defeated, so different from the strong, teasing brothers she had just started to love.
Her throat tightened.
"Ab wo mujhse nafrat karenge... sochenge main buri hoon. Main toh sirf... main toh sirf acchi bacchi banna chahti thi." (Now they'll hate me... they'll think I'm bad. I only ever... I only ever wanted to be a good girl.)
Tears welled in her eyes, spilling before she could wipe them away.
She sat on the bed, hugging her knees, her small body shaking with silent sobs.
"Mujhe kabhi nahi chahiye tha ki unhe daant pade meri wajah se... Baba unse naraaz ho jaye meri wajah se. Main toh kabhi bhi nahi chahungi ki mere bhai mujhse door ho jayein..."
(I never wanted them to get scolded because of me... never wanted Baba to be angry at them because of me. I would never, ever want my brothers to go away from me...)
Her words broke into hiccups. She pressed her palms to her eyes, trying to erase her guilt, but it only grew heavier.
At the door, Vijay stood still, every word piercing through his iron heart. He had come to check on her, maybe coax her to breakfast—but now he couldn't even move. The child who had already seen too much pain was blaming herself for the very love she had awakened in their lives.
For a man who had always believed strength came from power, from fear—this innocence, this unbearable purity, was shaking him more than any enemy ever had.
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