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Eisha sat silently in front of the grand vintage dressing table . She was adorned in a light yellow lehenga , and her body draped in strands of floral jewellery-fresh jasmine and marigolds gently resting against her porcelain skin. The makeup was minimal, just as she had softly requested from the artist Meera had sent-barely a touch,
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