Raghupathi looked at Surya—the boy he had once chased away with a stick for stealing a glance at his daughter. Now the boy stood tall, not with arrogance, but with quiet dignity.
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“Appa,” Anjali said, falling to her knees. “I am not here to beg. I am here to tell you that Surya has bought the land next to yours. He has built a school for village girls. He has named it after Amma.” Raghupathi looked at Surya—the boy he had once
“Who?” he asked, his voice hoarse.