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They finished their tea in silence. As Bikram stood up to leave, Bala grabbed his wrist. The grip was still strong. “If you ever need me,” Bala said, “you know where to find me.”

Bikram pushed a chai towards Bala. “I never should have trusted her over you.” gunday

Bala looked at the river. “I teach slum kids to box. You?” They finished their tea in silence

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