I step into her apartment, which engulfs me with its overwhelmingly warm ambiance, generated by the various shades of gray acrylic on the walls. The cleverly camouflaged photo frames mounted on them, holding pictures of her home in the Nilgiris, are the first signs of her prowess in blending with the environment she is thrown into. A few yards to the left lies her most priceless possession.
A tale of stunning audacity and outrageous atrocity leading to a miserable void.
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