Third Person POV.
The morning air at the Agnivansh haveli was filled with the kind of warmth that only goodbyes wrapped in promises could carry.
Cars stood ready at the wide steps, engines humming softly, while elders gathered close, unwilling to let the moment pass too quickly.
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