The morning sun filtered through the glass windows of the almost-completed hotel, casting a warm glow on the marble floors.
Ayush stood with Anirudh Shekhawat, both surveying the progress of the construction.
The structure was magnificent-a perfect blend of modern luxury and timeless elegance.
"You've outdone yourself, Ayush," Anirudh said, clapping him on the back. "Your hard work and dedication are evident in every detail. I couldn't have chosen a better person for this project."
Ayush smiled, a sense of pride swelling in his chest. "Thank you, sir. It wouldn't have been possible without the incredible team we have. And, of course, Tina's support has been my strength through all of this."
Anirudh chuckled. "A strong partner makes all the difference, doesn't it? You're lucky to have her."
Ayush glanced at his watch. "Speaking of Tina, I should head home soon. She has a big meeting today, and I promised to see her off."
Meanwhile, at the Agrawal house, Tina sat in her home office, flipping through reports and proposals.
It had been a tough few months since she decided to take over her father's legal company and expand it.
The initial resistance she faced-both internally and from the business world-was overwhelming.
But with Ayush's unwavering support and encouragement, she had slowly found her footing.
The knock on the door broke her concentration.
Ayush entered, a smile lighting up his face. "Ready for your big day?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Tina sighed but smiled back. "Almost. It still feels surreal sometimes, but I'm determined to make this company to reach the height of success."
Ayush crossed the room and took her hands in his. "And you will. You've already done more than anyone expected. I'm so proud of you, Tina."
Her heart swelled at his words, and she gave his hands a squeeze. "Thank you, Ayush. For everything."
Aarushi sat on the balcony of her room, her laptop open as she scrolled through internship opportunities.
The final year of college was turning out to be busier than she'd anticipated, but she found solace in her private little world.
Her phone buzzed with a message from Tina:
"Don't overthink it! Apply to the internships you're considering. You're more capable than you think. ð"
Aarushi smiled at the text.
After Bhupendra's arrest she reserved her nature, she only talks with her brother Ayush and her sister-in-law Tina, finding comfort in their presence.
They had created a safe space for her, and it was something she cherished deeply.
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The Shekhawat mansion was brimming with tranquility, a rare evening of pure bliss.
But within the walls of their luxurious bedroom, Suman was nervously pacing, a secret excitement sparkling in her eyes.
Tara had insisted on dressing her up for the surprise-she had slipped into a stunning wine-colored gown, elegant yet undeniably sultry, with thin straps and a daring thigh-high slit that showed off her toned legs.
She had initially resisted Tara's suggestion, but now, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, even she had to admit she looked stunning.
The soft click of the door opening made her heart race.
Amay entered, loosening his tie with a sigh, his exhaustion evident.
But the moment his eyes landed on her, he froze mid-step, his breath catching.
His gaze roamed over her, lingering on the way the gown hugged her curves and the tantalizing slit that revealed just enough to make his heart skip.
"Suman..." he whispered, almost reverently, unable to tear his eyes away.
Blushing under his intense gaze, she took a step closer, her bare feet making no sound on the plush carpet.
She placed her delicate hand on his chest, right where his heart was thudding erratically, and said softly, "Breathe, Amay."
He exhaled a shaky breath, as if obeying her command, and a teasing smile curved his lips. "Irade nek nahi lag rahe aapke, Mrs. Shekhawat," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky tone.
("Your intentions don't seem very noble, Mrs. Shekhawat.")
She smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Ji, vo kya hai na, aaj apne pati pe bijli girane ka irada hai."
("Yes, you see, today I intend to strike my husband with lightning.")
Amay chuckled, his voice rich and deep. "Uske liye aapko itni mehnat karne ki zarurat nahi thi," he said, his tone dripping with adoration. "Bas ek nazar bhar dekh lijiye, main waise hi kadmon mein aa jaaunga."
("For that, you didn't need to put in so much effort. Just one look from you, and I'd fall at your feet anyway.")
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson at his words, and his smirk grew. "Vaise, kaafi kamal ki ada hai na," he teased. "Pehle dil ki dhadkan rukwao aur phir aise sharma jao. Yeh toh na-insafi hui muhj jaise aashiq ke saath."
("By the way, quite a remarkable charm you have. First, you stop my heartbeat, and then you blush like that. This is sheer injustice to a lover like me.")
She laughed, the sound light and melodious, and said, "Kya baat hai, Mr. Shekhawat. Aaj bade shayarana ho rahe hain aap."
("What's the matter, Mr. Shekhawat? You're being quite poetic today.")
Amay sighed dramatically, closing the distance between them with a single step.
His hands found her waist, pulling her closer. "Kya karein? Jab biwi itni khubsoorat ho toh banda shayar ban hi jaata hai," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Vaise, main jaan sakta hoon yeh kaatilana andaaz kis liye?"
("What can I do? When a wife is this beautiful, a man naturally becomes a poet. By the way, may I know the reason behind this killer look?")
She smiled mischievously and slipped out of his hold, making her way to the cupboard.
Pulling out an envelope, she handed it to him with a triumphant look.
Curious, Amay opened it, only to find two tickets to Mauritius.
His brows shot up in surprise.
"We're going on a honeymoon," she announced, her voice brimming with excitement.
He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Suman, thoda toh sharmao. Aise kaise tum honeymoon jaane ki baat kar sakti ho?"
("Suman, at least blush a little. How can you talk about going on a honeymoon so casually?")
"Kyun nahi kar sakti?" she countered, crossing her arms in mock defiance. "Hum pati-patni hain, aur honeymoon pe jaana hamara adhikar hai."
("Why can't I? We are husband and wife, and going on a honeymoon is our right.")
He threw his head back and laughed, his exhaustion completely forgotten. "You are something else," he said, stepping closer again. "Aise toh main kareeb aata hoon toh sharma jaati ho. Dekhta hoon honeymoon pe tumhe mujhse kaun bachata hai."
("Normally, you shy away when I come close. Let's see who saves you from me on our honeymoon.")
Suman met his playful challenge with a smirk of her own. "Dekhenge, Mr. Shekhawat. Ab packing karein?"
("We'll see, Mr. Shekhawat, Now, shall we start packing?")
He nodded, pulling her back into his arms. "Come, my honey, let's go to the moon," he whispered with a cheeky grin. "And maybe... make some babies while we're at it."
She gasped, playfully slapping his chest. "Amay!"
His laughter echoed through the room as he held her close, their happiness filling the space.
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Amay and Suman had been in Mauritius for a week, and every single day had been an adventure.
The turquoise waters, the golden sands, and the gentle sea breeze-it all felt like a dream.
For Suman, every corner of the island seemed like a postcard come to life, and she couldn't stop gushing over the beauty of it all.
She was in awe, her eyes wide with excitement as she experienced every new sight with the energy of a child seeing the world for the first time.
Today was their last day, and Suman had already made up her mind that it would be a day to remember.
She was determined to squeeze every last bit of joy out of this trip, and Amay was more than willing to oblige.
Watching her laugh and spin around, taking in the surroundings, Amay couldn't help but smile.
The sight of his wife so happy filled his heart with a peace he never knew he was capable of.
She was his sunshine, his world, and her laughter was like music to his soul.
He loved watching her lose herself in the moment, so carefree, so full of life.
The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about something that excited her, the way she made everything around her come alive-he couldn't get enough of it.
Today, as they walked along the shoreline, Suman's giggles echoed in the air as she skipped along the water's edge, dipping her toes in the cool ocean.
Amay trailed behind her, his hands in his pockets, his gaze never straying far from her.
"Amay, look at this!" she exclaimed, pointing excitedly at a group of dolphins playing near the shore.
Her voice was filled with wonder. "This is amazing! I can't believe I'm seeing this up close!"
Amay watched her with affection. "You're amazing," he whispered softly to himself, more to his heart than to anyone else.
There was a calm, contented smile on his face as he observed her happiness.
His heart raced, as it always did when he was near her, but this time there was no answer to the question in his mind-Why does she have this effect on me?
They spent the rest of the day exploring the island, soaking in the last of the golden sunrays, visiting local markets, and trying the fresh, exotic fruits.
Suman was constantly pulling him to see something new, and Amay, in his usual whipped manner, followed wherever she led.
"You know," Suman said, as they sat on a bench, watching the sunset, "I don't want to leave. Mauritius feels like a piece of heaven."
Amay chuckled, his gaze softening as he watched her. "You could stay here forever, and I'd follow you anywhere."
Suman laughed and nudged him playfully. "Of course you would! I'm your wife, after all."
He smiled at her, his heart swelling with affection. "And there's no place I'd rather be."
Suman leaned her head against his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she closed her eyes.
She felt so at peace here, and with Amay beside her, it was perfect.
It was a memory she would cherish forever.
As the sky turned to hues of pink and purple, Amay kissed the top of her head gently. "Whatever you want, Suman," he whispered. "You always get what you want from me."
Suman grinned, looking up at him. "Good, because there's still one more thing I want to do before we leave."
Amay raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
Suman's mischievous smile made his heart race again. "Let's make a promise, right here, right now. That no matter where we are, or how far apart we might be in the future, we'll always make time for moments like this. We'll always make memories, and we'll always find happiness in the simplest things."
Amay nodded, his gaze filled with warmth. "I promise, Suman. I promise to always be with you, to cherish these moments, and to make every day as special as this one."
She leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips, her heart soaring with love. "I love you, Amay. So much."
And with that, the last day in Mauritius was sealed in their hearts as one of the happiest days of their lives.
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Amay walked through the hotel lobby, his posture as confident as always, the black tuxedo he wore fitting him perfectly.
He held a bouquet of red roses in his hand, ready to surprise Suman with a romantic evening in their presidential suite.
After a week of adventure and exploration, Suman was exhausted, and he thought it would be nice to have a quiet, intimate evening together in their room instead.
As he walked briskly towards the elevator, his mind full of thoughts of Suman, he collided with someone.
The impact caused both of them to stumble slightly.
Amay quickly straightened himself, mumbling an apology, but when he looked up, he froze.
Standing in front of him was none other than Ayush.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Amay asked, clearly surprised and slightly annoyed at the unexpected encounter.
Ayush raised an eyebrow, equally stunned. "Same question to you. What are you doing here?"
Amay smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tumhe kya lagta hai main yaha kyun aaya hoon? Obviously, honeymoon pe."
("What do you think, why have I come here? Obviously, for a honeymoon.")
Ayush rolled his eyes. "Then what do you think, Mr. Amay Shekhawat? Main yaha mujra karne toh aaya nahi hoon."
("Then what do you think, Mr. Amay Shekhawat? I haven't come here to perform a mujra.")
Amay chuckled darkly. "Well, who knows? Tum kar sakte ho. Mujhe toh itna interest nahi hai."
("Well, who knows? You might be able to. I'm not that interested.")
Ayush stared at him, his mouth open in disbelief. "Shut up, Amay. I'm also here for my honeymoon with my wife."
Amay gave him a look of mock surprise. "Tumhe puri duniya mein yahi ek jagah mili thi honeymoon pe aane ke liye?"
("Out of all the places in the world, this is the one you found for your honeymoon?")
Ayush shot back with the same teasing tone. "Same question to you, Amay."
Amay couldn't help but laugh, despite himself. "Well, it was my wife's choice."
"Well, same pinch!" Ayush grinned mischievously, and before Amay could react, Ayush reached out and pinched him hard on the arm.
Amay let out a sharp yelp in pain, his face contorting in annoyance. "You-" He shot Ayush a glare that could melt steel. "What the hell, Ayush?"
Ayush chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. "It's just a pinch, Amay. Relax."
Amay rubbed his arm, still glaring at Ayush. "I swear, I'm too good to be talking to you right now."
Ayush smirked, his expression playful. "Well, same to you. Have fun with your honeymoon, Mr. Shekhawat."
"Enjoy yours too, Ayush," Amay said curtly, turning on his heel.
With that, they both walked off in opposite directions, the tension lingering in the air as Amay headed to the elevator, clutching the roses a little tighter.
Ayush watched him go with a mischievous grin, then continued his way towards his own suite, secretly enjoying the rare moment of teasing Amay.
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Amay opened the door to his room and stepped inside, only to stop in his tracks when he saw Suman sitting on the bed in a black robe.
His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight, and his voice was laced with surprise.
"Tum taiyar nahi hui?" he asked, his frown deepening.
("Aren't you ready?")
Suman tilted her head slightly, a playful look in her eyes. "Kyun?"
("Why?")
He sighed, his voice tinged with exasperation. "Kyunki hum date enjoy karne wale hain."
("Because we are going to enjoy the date.")
Suman's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Haan, lekin hum yahi enjoy karenge na, room mein. Issliye maine change nahi kiya."
("Yes, but we will enjoy here in the room, right? That's why I didn't change.")
Amay was silent for a moment, processing her response, before he nodded, a resigned smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Without another word, he reached for the bouquet of red roses in his hand and offered it to her.
Suman's face lit up with joy as she took the bouquet, her fingers brushing against his.
She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, making his heart skip a beat.
His smile softened, and for a moment, he looked like a child receiving a gift.
As Suman placed the bouquet on the side table, she began to unbutton Amay's blazer.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched her, but he remained silent, unsure of her intentions.
Suman shrugged the blazer off and tossed it carelessly onto the floor.
Then, with a calculated movement, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, revealing the smooth skin of his chest.
A wicked smile played at the corner of her lips as she leaned down and placed a tender kiss on his chest.
Amay's breath hitched, his heart racing at the touch.
He couldn't help but chuckle nervously. "Tum na, kisi din mujhe heart attack dogi."
("You will give me a heart attack one day.")
Suman's only response was a teasing smile before she placed another kiss on his chest.
Amay was lost in the sensations, unsure of what she was planning, but trusting her completely.
Before he knew it, Suman pushed him gently onto the bed.
He bounced slightly as he landed, his eyes widening in surprise.
He looked up at her, a little shocked by her boldness.
Suman smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she hovered over him.
Amay was so caught up in her gaze that he didn't even notice when she swiftly tied his hands to the headrest with a black cloth.
His eyes widened in shock, and he tried to move, but the fabric held him in place.
Suman leaned down, her voice low and teasing. "Now, just enjoy, dear husband."
Her words hung in the air as she climbed over him, her knees pressing into the sides of his torso.
Slowly, she untied the robe, allowing it to slip from her shoulders and reveal the lacy red lingerie underneath.
Amay's throat went dry as his eyes locked onto her, his body reacting to her boldness.
His heart raced, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from her.
Suman smiled, watching the way he reacted, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him.
Amay swallowed hard, unable to stop himself from becoming overwhelmed by her confidence.
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Amay looked at suman who with slow and steady steps moving forward to him, as she kissed his forehead and he smiled, then she slide down in such a way that her breasts are on Amay's face making him groan in desire.
She knew what she was doing is dangerous but she was enjoying this look on Amay's face.
That says, how much he wanted her and seeing that look on his face just for her, made her ego boast she felt proud at herself.
She kissed her cheek, then eyes, and then moved her lips on his neck.
She then attack his sweet-spot and sucked it harshly making him moan her name and she loved it, how he was drowning in her touch.
Suman, then licked that area to soothe his pain and again kissed it, after devouring his neck she took his Adam's apple between her teeth and this made him groan; the sound that he made, it is something, she coming to love already.
She played with his Adam's apple with her toungue and then slided down to peppered kisses on his chest and nipple, Amay was in the pure ecstasy the way Suman was making him feel.
It was beyond his imagination he was in another world.
Suman knew what kind of affect she has on him and she did enjoy this affect on him.
After kissing his chest she sat on his stomach making him hard, his manhood was throbbing inside his pants to come out and Suman was just making everything difficult for him.
He says, "You are deliberately teasing me, Mrs. Shekhawat mind you mere haath khul gaye na then, I will show you what actual teasing means."
("You are deliberately teasing me, Mrs. Shekhawat. Just be careful, if my hands are freed, I will show you what real teasing means.")
She chuckled and continued her work, she unhooked her bra that makes her breasts came out from the piece of cloth and Amay was mesmerized by the sight of his not-so-innocent wife.
Suman started to move her hips on his clothed manhood only to ignite fire in him not knowing that the insane burning passion which was evoking in him will lead her in a dangerous situation.
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Inspite of Amay's warning Suman didn't stop what she was doing.
Amay's patience was hanging by a thread and Suman was doing everything to make him loose his control.
With slow and steady hands, she unbuckled his belt and threw it onto the floor, she then opened his pant's button in a slow and sensual way, which made Amay again groan in pain and pleasure both.
With precision, she slid down his pants and boxers, revealing his manhood, hard and needy.
She smirked, and Amay instantly knew what was on her mind.
He glared at her and said, "Don't you dare." But she simply shrugged her shoulders and wrapped her fingers around his manhood.
With just her touch, he moaned her name, his breathing growing heavier.
Suman began to rub his manhood with her hands, and Amay felt as though he had been transported to another world.
His eyes snapped open when he felt Suman's lips on his manhood.
As she took his manhood into her mouth and began to move her head, Amay felt his control slipping.
He was on the verge of tearing apart the cloth that bound his hands, his fingers itching with desperation to tangle in her hair.
Suman continued to move his manhood in her mouth, and Amay, unable to hold back any longer, ripped through the cloth restraining him.
Free from the binds, he grabbed her hair in his fist, forcing her to look up at him.
His commanding words, "Keep going," sent a shiver through her, igniting a heat deep within her core.
He pressed her head more on his manhood, as she took it fully till her throat and she gagged.
He tightened his hold on her hair and said, "I'm close, just keep going, you're doing great."
She felt a sense of satisfaction from his praise, and after few moments he cummed in her mouth, she looked at him with a smile, and the sight was striking-her hair disheveled, her eyes glistening with tears, and his cum dripping from her mouth to her neck.
It was alluring and sexy sight, she was looking like a mess but a sensual mess.
He pulled her in his lap and slammed his lips on her making her moan in his mouth.
He was kissing her with so much passion and desire that it felt so surreal and magical.
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After kissing her passionately, he flipped her onto the bed and hovered over her.
She let out a surprised shriek but smiled at him in return.
He trails the kisses from her chest to breast, then sucked her breast making her eyes roll and moan his name.
He then circled his tongue around her nipple and she shivered with the sensation she felt.
He kissed her stomach and waist and then slid down her underwear, and saw it wet, he smirked and says, "Seems like your core is already throbbing for me," she remained silent, simply locking her gaze with his, and then, as he kissed her feet, a flutter of butterflies stirred in her heart.
He kissed her inner thighs and put her one leg of his shoulder and with his hand he rubbed her clitoris with a fast pace and the room filled with her gasps and moans.
After rubbing her clitoris, he crouched down and started devouring her core leaving her breatheless.
She gripped the bedsheet tightly because of the shivers she felt when his tongue was playing with her wet core: licking, sucking, biting and eating her out.
She felt her knees go numb; the way Amay was making her feel was beyond her imagination, after devouring her core he looked at her, and she noticed that his chin and lips glistened with her cum she blushed, and he chuckled as he saw her turn red.
He placed his manhood near her core and he looked into her eyes, as if silently asking for permission.
She understood his unspoken feelings and nodded in agreement, and he slammed his manhood inside her core leaving her breatheless.
He started with slow pace, but soon the intensity within him unleashed-desire, passion, and an igniting fire consumed his senses.
He pounded hard in her core making her scream his name, they were in their own personal world, where no one else was allowed.
The world faded around them, and as Suman and Amay became one, it was through their love, trust, and the deep connection of their souls.
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3 years later
Three years had passed since Amay and Suman's marriage, and their life had been nothing short of blissful.
Every day was filled with love, care, and a deep connection that only grew stronger with time.
The Shekhawat legacy continued to thrive, expanding each day as their little world blossomed into something even greater.
Shekhawat Mansion, once a peaceful haven, now echoed with the laughter of children, the warmth of family, and the promise of a future full of love and success.
One year into their marriage, Suman received the news that would change their lives forever-she was pregnant.
The joy that filled Amay's heart was immeasurable.
When Suman told him, he couldn't help but cry happy tears, overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of becoming a father.
It was a moment of pure happiness that he would never forget.
Anirudh and Tara, always supportive and loving, were overjoyed with the news, and Suman's family was just as thrilled.
After all, this child would be the first grandchild for both families, a symbol of new beginnings and love.
Nine months later, their son, Anirvaan Shekhawat, entered the world.
Though Amay had secretly hoped for a girl, the moment he held his son in his arms, he felt a sense of pride and contentment unlike anything he'd ever known.
This tiny little creature, a perfect combination of him and Suman, was their creation-a symbol of their love.
Amay kissed his son's forehead, his heart swelling with promise as he whispered a vow to protect and love him with all his being.
The name "Anirvaan" carried with it a legacy of strength and grace, and it was met with overwhelming joy from both the Shekhawat and Mehrotra families.
Meanwhile, the Agrawal family had their own cause for celebration. Ayush and Tina, after facing their own set of challenges, welcomed a beautiful daughter named Sakshi.
Ayush, his heart brimming with pride, couldn't have been happier to have a daughter to cherish and adore.
Aarushi, had also found her happily-ever-after.
She married the man who loved her unconditionally, and the two built a life full of happiness and mutual respect.
Abhijeet, too, found his own happily-ever-after when he married the love of his life, overcoming every obstacle that life threw their way.
Their love story was a testament to the power of resilience and unwavering commitment.
As the years passed, Amay and Suman's family grew.
They were blessed with two more children: a son, Abhiram Shekhawat, and a daughter, Anmol Shekhawat.
The arrival of Anmol brought Amay so much joy, and he couldn't have been prouder to name her after the precious and irreplaceable treasure she was to him.
Their little world, was now a loving, complete family, their hearts intertwined and their lives filled with happiness, love, and promise.
The Shekhawat legacy had grown, and with it, the love that bound them all together.
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AUTHOR'S POV
Amay and Suman were two souls walking separate paths, each with their own dreams, desires, and ideas about life.
Amay, a man driven by ambition and success, had always envisioned a future where power, legacy, and control were the cornerstones of his existence.
He had everything he needed-wealth, status, and respect-but something within him always felt incomplete.
He never realized that the missing piece of his life wasn't a business deal or a legacy to pass on, but something far more profound-a love that would anchor him and give him true happiness.
Suman, on the other hand, had always believed in simplicity and the quiet joys of life.
She had often imagined a life full of laughter, shared moments, and the comfort of knowing she was loved unconditionally.
But life had shown her its harsh side too.
Despite her dreams of love, she was often faced with challenges that made her question if true happiness was possible.
She thought that perhaps love was something to be hoped for but not fully realized.
Fate, however, had other plans.
One day their worlds collided in the most unexpected way.
Suman's kindness, her laughter, and her way of seeing the world began to melt away Amay.
In her, he saw not only a partner but a refuge, a place where he could be vulnerable and truly seen.
And Suman, who had longed for a love that was both tender and deep, found it in Amay-the man she never thought she'd meet, the man who would change everything.
They were no longer two individuals with separate dreams, but two souls bound by something stronger than they could have ever imagined-a love that was pure, real, and lasting.
Together, they created a life filled with laughter, growth, and the kind of love that made the world seem brighter.
Suman's twist of fate had brought her the happiness she had always longed for, in the form of Amay-the man who would be her partner, her love, and her family.
AUTHOR'S POV ENDS
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