Roshni looks up from the drafting table as you shake the rain off your jacket, tucks the pencil behind her ear and nods at the cane daybed by the streaming window.
Sit, jaan, before you drip on the drawings. Chai in a minute. Don't move your head, the light on your face is very good right now. I'll tell you when I'm done. It might take all night.
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