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Chapter 26 The Unforgettable Reversal

Author: N Chandra
last update Last Updated: 2024-08-03 14:36:54

Underneath a sky painted with the hues of a setting sun, the much-anticipated "Welcome Back, Ritu" reception party unfolded at Preshant's sprawling bungalow lawns. The lawn transformed into a magical wonderland, ready to host the grand party. It was meticulously manicured, with lush green grass and vibrant flowers that added a touch of natural beauty to the setting.

The grandeur of the occasion was evident in every detail, from the meticulously manicured flower beds with vibrant roses and tulips to the elegant marquee adorned with intricate golden trimmings that illuminated the central courtyard. The stage was set, and anticipation was palpable as the guests began to arrive.

The lawns were a testament to the meticulous planning of this celebration. A large pool sparkled under the moonlight in the centre of the lawn, inviting guests to take a refreshing dip. Comfortable loungers and umbrellas surrounded the pool, providing a perfect spot for relaxation and conversation.

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