" I don’t remember when the agni pariksha ended. I only remembered emerging, my ankles encircled with ash. A deafening roar--applause or resentment, fury or joy--as I left. And I remember Amar’s face, one dark eyebrow arched as he surveyed the crowd, a proud smirk on his face as though he expected this all along.
All that time, I thought he was merely pretending. "
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