THIRD POV :
The Baig residence was a sanctuary of warmth, but today, the air felt heavy with the scent of rain and unspoken anxiety. Ruqiya Baig, the matriarch, sat on the prayer mat, her prayer beads clicking softly in the silence. In the kitchen, the sounds of domestic life were sharper than usual.
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