Friday, 10 April 2020

Epilogue : IRRESISTIBLY YOURS


One year later

It was early morning when Riddhima opened her eyes for the first time, letting in only a fraction of light before quickly snapping them shut again. She still had a headache, The windows were open, and wafting in from the bakery below was the scent of fresh baked bread.

She smiled, even though the action caused shards of glass to scrape down her neck. She couldn’t help it. Even though she was sick . Riddhima was still happier than she’d been in a long time. She was in Paris for the first time in her life—with the man she loved more than anything in the world.
And she fell sick.. she is having fever.
but nothing could get her down these days. She had everything she ever wanted. A man who not only adored her, but who had become her travel companion and best friend.


Riddhima heard the click-screech of their front door opening, then rolled to her side to see armaan walk into the room with the bags he’d collected at market. He sat on the side of the bed and pressed his lips to her forehead before setting them down beside her on the mattress.

“No fever. How are you feeling?” Armaan asked

“Better,” she croaked. “What did you bring for me?” Riddhima ask..

He furrowed his brow and opened the bag.
“Well let’s see…” He pulled out three bottles of juices, ranging from red to orange. “I wasn’t sure which one you’d like, so I got orange, passion fruit, and I’m not sure what this one is.” Armaan grinned. “She tried to tell me, but…”

Riddhima grinned, propping herself up to kiss his nose. “Thank you. You’re the sweetest.”

“Ahhh… But that’s not all.” He stuck his hand in the bag and pulled out a Bread and other food , but I thought if you were hungry—”

Her eyes began to water, and he stopped talking, setting the food on the table to move closer.
“Are you okay? Is it your throat?” armaan asked looking in her eyes....

“No,” she said shaking her head. “It’s you.” Riddhima wiped at the corner of her eye and hugged him. Gripping his body to hers with all the strength she could muster.
“How did I get so lucky? How is it possible I found someone to love me this much?” Riddhima ask ...

Armaan hugged her back, all his muscles tightening around her at once. “I’m the lucky one.”

Eventually they sat side-by-side, start eating their food as they watched a movie. It wasn’t the ideal thing to do on vacation in Paris, but they still had three weeks left, and she couldn’t think of anything else she’d rather be doing.

When the movie was over, Riddhima peeled herself from the mound of blankets and took a shower. She washed her hair for the first time in a couple of days, and when she got out, she felt practically like a new woman. Clean, fed, loved.

She found Armaan over by the window, looking out at their spectacular view of the city. Her hair was tied up in a towel, and riddhima wore one of his threadbare old t-shirts that smelled just like him. She walked toward him, because even a year later, she still craved to be near him. She set her hand on his shoulder, and rested her face against his muscular back.

“Do you know what today is?” Riddhima whispered.

“No. What?” Armaan ask..

“Your sister’s one year anniversary.” She moved to his side, and he draped his arm around her shoulders pulling her closer.

“Do you think it’s a good time to call?” Riddhima ask looking towards armaan...

Armaan smiled down at her, then moved the short distance to the table to fetch his phone.
“Let’s find out .” Armaan said calling Anjali..

“Hello,” anjali answered on the first thing. She was on speakerphone, held in Riddhima’s palm as they looked out the window.

“Hey anji.” Riddhima smiled. “Your brother and I just wanted to call and wish you a happy anniversary.”

Anjali laughed. “You’re in Paris on vacation and remembered my anniversary? Don’t you have anything better to do?” Anjali said teasing riddhima...

Armaan took the phone from Riddhima and started laughing “Riddhima’s sick, so we’re just hanging out, waiting for her to get better.”armaan said winking at Riddhima

“Aww… Well that sucks. I thought she so I thought she sounded different.” Anjali said...

Riddhima grinned, and Armaan handed her the phone again. He then moved behind her, and began massaging her lower back with firm fingers.

“Could be worse,” riddhima said softly.

The two friends then went on to chat about the normal things. Work, life, and all the strange things only a best friend would care about. But before long,
atul could be heard in the background, and Anjali was getting off the phone.

“Well, we’re about to go out to dinner, and I can’t find my shoes. I’ll tell atul you called, and I’ll expect a whole rundown of your trip when you get home.” Anjali said searching her shoes..

“Sounds good,” Riddhima whispered.

They all said their goodbyes, and then Riddhima turned around, to rest her cheek on Armaan’s chest.

Armaan hugged her tightly, peppering kisses along the side of her neck, “Do you know what else today is?” he whispered.

Riddhima only grinned, feeling herself getting turned on even in her state of weakness.

“What?” she asked.

Armaan kissed her again. “The anniversary of the day you first told me you loved me.”

Riddhima turned around, tears brimming her eyes in surprise. “It is, isn’t It ?”

Armaan nodded. “The best day of my entire life.”

She tilted her head, squinting up at him. “The best ? Because I remember that day, and it felt more like a slow, endless torture.” Riddhima said....

Armaan brushed his knuckles over her cheek and looked into her eyes, as if the realization still pained him. Very much. He then lowered his hands to the small of her back and closed his eyes for a moment.

“It was torture for me, too.” He took a deep breath, then opened his eyes allowing her to see all the emotion that lived inside of him.

“I watched you walk out of the reception that night, thinking it was the last time I’d ever see you, and it—” But armaan shook his head, unable to continue, as though he didn’t want to relive the pain. He dropped his chin down to the hook of her neck, as though he needed her closer, needed her as much as she needed him.

“Alone in my room that night, I realized a few things. That I trusted you completely.” Armaan said kissing her collarbone, and Riddhima could feel him shudder beneath her fingers

“I also realized that if I was going to love you, I needed to allow myself to fall. Without a net, without a mask, because if I was going to be with you, you were the type of woman who deserved everything.” Armaan said...

Riddhima wiped the corners of her eyes, but then he took her hands in his, needing to say more.

“It wasn’t until you almost walked out of my life that I knew I had to take the risk, that I had to push away what I’d always been taught, and go with what I felt in my gut. To go after what I wanted.” He moved closer, his lips hovering over hers, breathing the same breaths, breathing the same air.
“Because somewhere in the darkest moments, beauty lives. Waiting for you to take hold of it and run. I didn’t sleep at all that night. I went to the hotel lobby and bought every flavor of chips I could find.” He kissed her lips then, though only barely. “It was the best day of my life, because it was the day I decided to go after You.” Armaan said looking in her eyes.....

Sobs were jolting from her body, and Riddhima couldn’t take it any longer. She gripped him to her chest, hugging him harder than she thought possible. “I love you, Armaan malik . I love you so much.” Riddhima said...

“And I love you, Riddhima gupta .” He then carried her to their bed, where she convinced him to make love to her even though she was sick. Both shower each other with the love.......

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Few months later...
Armaan where are you taking me please remove this from my eyes riddhima said

Riddhima is annoyed because armaan suddenly announce, that he want to show her something he force her to sit in the car , armaan start driving, he ignored her questions and then suddenly blindfolded her and start driving again..

Armaan open this am telling you i will kill you riddhima said threatening him..

Armaan chuckle" no love you can’t “

Urghh...but before riddhima could complete armaan stop the car and after few sec, he open her side door and help her out..

Then armaan open the blindfold..

Riddhima open her eyes and look around she is shock...

Armaan....
Armaan hug her from behind and then whispered in her ears. Yes love we are here in the cabin from where our love story started...
Riddhima blink tears from her eyes...

Bu your parents sold this ? riddhima ask ..
Yes but now It’s our, I buy it for us armaan said happily....
Riddhima turn in his arms and hug him tightly, armaan also hug her back after some sec he took one step back and look in her eyes....
Riddhima let’s go for swimming and i promise I will be gentleman Armaan said grinning....
riddhima chuckle and hit his chest playfully....
Now you are true gentlemen riddhima said...
Both move towards the lake talking and remembering their first time there... now both stand their on dock for some time, riddhima get lost in the view but then she realised armaan arms are not on her waist anymore she look at her side she gasps..

There he is on his knees and holding a solitaire in his hand....
Riddhima put her both hands on her mouth and chocked....
ARMAAN....

Riddhima We are together from
Last year, Love brings us closer to each other. We fight, but we love, it is our relation. I want to start a life being together. Armaan pause for a second and then began speaking.....
My life is wonderful because you are with me, you make me happy even if I feel sad and low. Your smile lightens up my life and all the darkness disappear. Your love has made me crazy. I will love you till the end of my life. And I can’t resist you . I love you
Will you marry me?” Riddhima gupta? Armaan asked looking in her eyes....

Riddhima sit down and hug armaan, tears brimming from her eyes...
Yes yes yesss am irresistibly yours .. both laugh armaan pull her in kiss both fall on the dock at the same place where they kiss for the first time now both are on same place and Armaan propose her for marriage.....
Armaan kiss her lips softly , His tongue dances against her lips and riddhima heart flutters in her chest.
Riddhima sigh as he cups her face in his hands and breaks away for a moment to meet her eyes.
Armaan show her ring which is still in his hand.. riddhima grinned and give her hand armaan slide ring to her finger and kiss her hand.
I love you so much armaan, i never thought about idea of forever but with you i want my happily ever after... riddhima said and pull armaan again in soulful kiss...

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After 2 months
Big day of AR life. The two lovers who fell in love on holiday but get separated and then again they meet on road trip and fall in love all over again, now getting married in presence of their families and friends..
Atul family is also standing with Armaan..

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Riddhima is getting ready and anjali is helping her, Anjali planned everything she is more excited because its her best friend and brother marriage....

"Is this really necessary? I'm going to look plain next to him no matter what." Riddhima ask...

Anjali pushed her down into a low pink chair.
"No one will dare to call you plain when I'm through with you." Anjali said happily

"Only because they're afraid you'll not spare them ," Riddhima muttered.

Riddhima leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, while anjali masked, buffed, and polished every surface of her body.

It was after lunchtime when Muskan glided past the room door in a shimmery silver gown with her golden hair piled up in a soft crown on top of her head. She was so beautiful.

"They're here ," Muskan said, and immediately riddhima childish fit of despair passed. Armaan was downstairs .

"Keep him out of here!"anjali said..

"He won't cross you today," muskan reassured her.

"He values his life too much. Ananya aunty got them finishing things up out back. Do you want some help? I could do her hair."

Riddhima jaw fell open. She floundered around in her head, trying to remember how to close it.

(Thing is muskan is rahul wife, in start she never liked riddhima because of her closeness with rahul but when she got to know riddhima they become good friends too...)

She had never been Muskan's favorite person in the world. But now things are changed...

"Sure," Anjali said easily. "You can start braiding. I want it intricate. The veil goes here, underneath." Her hands started combing through riddhima hair, hefting it, twisting it, illustrating in detail what she wanted. When she was done, Muskan's hands replaced hers, shaping riddhima hair with a feather-light touch. Anjali moved back to riddhima face.

Once Muskan received Anjali's commendation on riddhima hair,muskan was sent off to retrieve riddhima dress and then to locate Atul, who had been dispatched to pick up riddhima mother and father , from their hotel. Downstairs, Riddhima could faintly hear the door opening and closing over and over. Voices began to float up to us.

Anjali made riddhima stand so that she could ease the dress over her hair and makeup. Riddhima knees shook so badly as anjali fastened the long line of pearl buttons up to riddhima back that the satin quivered in little wavelets down to the floor.

"Deep breaths, Ridzi..Anjali said. "And try to lower your heart rate. You're going to sweat off your new face."

Riddhima gave her the best sarcastic expression She could manage. "I'll get right on that." Riddhima said

"I have to get dressed now. Can you hold yourself together for two minutes?" Anjali asked...

"Urn... maybe?" Riddhima said..

Anjali rolled her eyes and darted out the door.

Riddhima concentrated on her breathing, counting each movement of her lungs, and stared at the patterns that the room light made on the shiny fabric of her skirt. She was afraid to look in the mirror - afraid the image of herself in the wedding dress would send her over the edge into a full-scale panic attack.

Anjali was back before Riddhima had taken two hundred breaths, in a dress that flowed down her slender body like a silvery waterfall.

"Anjali - wow." Riddhima said

"It's nothing. No one will be looking at me today. Not while you're in the room." Anjali said laughing...

"Har har."

"Now, are you in control of yourself, or do I have to bring atul up here?" Anjali ask

"They're back? Is my mom here?" Riddhima ask

"She just walked in the door. She's on her way up." Anjali said..

Padma had flown in two days ago, and She'd spent every minute She could with her - every minute...

"Oh, Riddhima !" she squealed now, gushing before she was all the way through the door. "Oh, honey, you're so beautiful! Oh, I'm going to cry! Anjali , you're amazing! You and Ananya should go into business as wedding planners. Where did you find this dress? It's gorgeous! So graceful, so elegant.
Riddhima , you look like you just stepped out of an Fairyland ."padma said

There was a loud, gruff throat-clearing in the doorway.

"Padma, Ananya said
Padma turn and found Shashank and ananya standing on the room door...

it's time you got settled down there," Shashank said.

"Is it really time already?" Padma said to herself, sounding almost as nervous as Riddhima felt.

"This has all gone so fast. Riddhima feel dizzy."

"Give me a hug before I go down Padma insisted.

Padma squeezed riddhima gently around the waist, then wheeled for the door, only to complete the spin and face riddhima again.

"Oh goodness, I almost forgot! Shashank , Where's the box?" Padma ask...

Shashank rummaged in his pockets for a minute and then produced a small white box, which he handed to Padma. Padma lifted the lid and held it out to riddhima .

"Something blue," Padma said.

"Something old, too. They were your Grandma’s," Shashank added. "We had a jeweler replace the paste stones with sapphires."

Inside the box were two heavy silver hair combs. Dark blue sapphires were clustered into intricate floral shapes a
top the teeth.

Riddhima throat got all thick. "Mom, Dad... you shouldn't have." Riddhima said..

"Anjali wouldn't let us do anything else," Padma said.
"Every time we tried, then shrugged her shoulder...

A hysterical giggle burst through riddhima lips.

Anjali stepped up and quickly slid both combs into riddhima hair under the edge of the thick braids. "That's something old and something blue," Anjali mused, taking a few steps back to admire riddhima . "And your dress is new...

Padma blew a kiss and hurried out the door.

"Easy, Ridhu," Shashank said. He turned to Anjali nervously. "Riddhima looks a little sick. Do you think she's going to make it?"

His voice sounded far away. Riddhima couldn't feel her legs.

"She'd better." Anjali said reassuring Shashank..

Anjali stood right in front of riddhima , on her tiptoes to better stare in riddhima eye, and gripped riddhima wrists in her hands.

"Focus, Ridzi . Armaan is waiting for you down there." Anjali said.

"Riddhima ?" Anjali asked, still holding riddhima gaze.

"Yes," Riddhima squeaked. "Armaan. Okay." Riddhima let anjali pull her from the room, with Shashank tagging along at riddhima elbow.

The music was louder in the hall. It floated up the stairs along with the fragrance of a million flowers. Riddhima concentrated on the ion the idea of Armaan waiting below to get her feet to shuffle forward.

A sudden fanfare trilled through the soaring music. Riddhima recognized her cue.

"Don't let me fall, Dad," Riddhima whispered. Shashank pulled her hand through his arm and then grasped it tightly.

They began to descend to the slow tempo of the march. Riddhima didn't lift her eyes until her feet were safely on the flat ground, though She could hear the murmurs and rustling of the audience as Riddhima came into view. Blood flooded her cheeks at the sound; of course She could be counted on to be the blushing bride.

Riddhima pov

As soon as my feet were past the treacherous stairs, I was looking for him. For a brief second, I was distracted by the profusion of white blossoms that hung in garlands from everything in the room that wasn't alive, dripping with long lines of white gossamer ribbons. But I tore my eyes from the bowery canopy and searched across the rows of satin-draped chairs - blushing more deeply as I took in the crowd of faces all focused on me - until I found him at last, standing before an arch overflowing with more flowers, more gossamer.

I was barely conscious that Abhi stood by his side, and Atul’s father behind them both. I didn't see my mother where she must have been sitting in the front row, or my new family, or any of the guests - they would have to wait till later.

All I really saw was Armaan's face; it filled my vision and overwhelmed my mind. His eyes were dark ; his perfect face was almost severe with the depth of his emotion. And then, as he met my awed gaze, he broke into a breathtaking smile of exultation.

Suddenly, it was only the pressure of Dad's hand on mine that kept me from sprinting headlong down the aisle.

The march was too slow as I struggled to pace my steps to its rhythm. Mercifully, the aisle was very short. And then, at last, at last, I was there. Armaan held out his hand. Dad took my hand and, in a symbol as old as the world, placed it in Armaan's. I touched the cool miracle of his skin, and I was home.
Our vows were the simple, traditional words that had been spoken a million times, though never by a couple quite like us.

In that moment, as the minister said his part, my world, which had been upside down for so long now, seemed to settle into its proper position. I saw just how silly I'd been for fearing this - as if it were an unwanted birthday gift or an embarrassing exhibition. I looked into Armaan's shining, triumphant eyes and knew that I was winning, too. Because nothing else mattered but that I could stay with him.

I didn't realize I was crying until it was time to say the binding words.

"I do," I managed to choke out in a nearly unintelligible whisper, blinking my eyes clear so I could see his face.

When it was his turn to speak, the words rang clear and victorious.

"I do," he vowed.

Minister declared us husband and wife, and then Armaan's hands reached up to cradle my face, carefully, as if it were as delicate as the white petals swaying above our heads. I tried to comprehend, through the film of tears blinding me, the surreal fact that this amazing person was mine. His blue eyes looked as if they would have tears, too, if such a thing were not impossible. Armaan bent his head toward mine, and I stretched up on the tips of my toes, throwing my arms - bouquet and all - around his neck.

Armaan kissed me tenderly, adoringly; I forgot the crowd, the place, the time, the reason... only remembering that Armaan love me, that he wanted me, that I was his.

Armaan began the kiss, and he had to end it; I clung to him, ignoring the titters and the throat-clearing in the audience. Finally, his hands restrained my face and he pulled back - too soon - to look at me. On the surface his sudden smile was amused, almost a smirk.
But underneath his momentary entertainment at my public exhibition was a deep joy that echoed my own.

The crowd erupted into applause, and he turned our bodies to face our friends and family. I couldn't look away from his face to see them.

My mother's arms were the first to find me, her tear-streaked face the first thing I saw when I finally tore my eyes unwillingly from Armaan . And then I was handed through the crowd, passed from embrace to embrace, only vaguely aware of who held me, my attention centered on Armaan's hand clutched tightly in my own.
Riddhima pov end.......

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The wedding flowed into the reception party smoothly - proof of Anjali's flawless planning. It was just twilight over the river; the ceremony had lasted exactly the right amount of time, allowing the sun to set behind the trees. The lights in the trees glimmered as Armaan led riddhima through the glass back doors, making the white flowers glow. There were another ten thousand flowers out here, serving as a fragrant, airy tent over the dance floor set up on the grass under two of the ancient cedars.

And when the music started, Armaan pulled Riddhima into his arms for the customary first dance;

Riddhima went willingly, despite her fear of dancing - especially dancing in front of an audience - just happy to have him holding her . Armaan did all the work, and She twirled effortlessly under the glow of a canopy of lights and the bright flashes from the cameras.

"Enjoying the party, Mrs. Malik ?" Armaan whispered in her ear.

Riddhima laughed. "That will take a while to get used to." Riddhima said...

"We have a while," armaan reminded, his voice exultant, and he leaned down to kiss Riddhima while they danced.

Cameras clicked feverishly.

Armaan leaned down to kiss riddhima .
It was a serious kind of kiss - intense, slow but building....Riddhima'd pretty much forgotten where She was when She heard Anjali call, "Riddhima ! It's time!"

Riddhima felt a brief flicker of irritation with her new sister for the interruption. Although she is her best friend.. she is everything to riddhima but her disturbace irritates riddhima .....

Armaan ignored anjali ; his lips were hard against riddhima’s, more urgent than before. Riddhima heart broke into a sprint and her palms were slick against his marble neck.

"Do you want to miss your plane?" Anjali demanded, right next to riddhima now.

"I'm sure you'll have a lovely honeymoon camped out in the airport waiting for another flight." Anjali said....

Armaan turned his face slightly to murmur, "Go away, Anji," and then pressed his lips to riddhima again.

"Riddhima , do you want to wear that dress on the airplane?" Anjali demanded.

Riddhima wasn't really paying much attention. At the moment, She simply didn't care.

Anjali growled quietly. "I'll tell her where you're taking her, Armaan . So help me, I will." Anjali said threatening him...

Armaan froze. Then he lifted his face from riddhima and glared at his sister.
"You're awfully small to be so hugely Irritating." Armaan said...

"I didn't pick out the perfect going-away dress to have it wasted," anjali snapped back, taking riddhima hand. "Come with me, Ridzi ."

Riddhima tugged against anjali hold, stretching up on her toes to kiss him one more time. Anjali jerked riddhima arm impatiently, hauling riddhima away from him.
There were a few chuckles from the watching guests. Riddhima gave up then and let anjali lead her into the empty house.

Anjali looked annoyed.

"Sorry, Anji," Riddhima apologized hugging her tightly

"I don't blame you, Ridzi ." She sighed. "You don't seem to be able help yourself." Anjali said

Riddhima giggled at anjali martyred expression, and anjali scowled.

"Thank you, Anji. It was the most beautiful wedding anyone ever had," Riddhima told her earnestly. "Everything was exactly right. You're the best, smartest, most talented sister plus best friend in the whole world."

That make her happy ; Anjali smiled a huge smile. "I'm glad you liked it." And i have to do this ,its your wedding with my brother and now you are my sister and am so happy ridzi for you for armaan...
Anjali said hugging her..

Padma and Ananya were waiting upstairs. The three of them quickly had Riddhima out of her dress and into Anjali's deep blue going-away ensemble.

"I'll call you when I know where I'm going," Riddhima promised to her mother as she hugged her mother goodbye.
Padma nodded hugging her back.

"I'll tell you as soon as Riddhima safely away," Anjali outdid riddhima , smirking at riddhima wounded expression.

Padma chuckle

How unfair, for me to be the last to know. Riddhima complain..

but both ladies laugh...

"Everything's ready," Anjali said. "Your suitcases are in the car - Atul's bringing it around." Anjali pulled riddhima back toward the stairs with Padma following, still halfway embracing her.

"I love you, Mom," Riddhima whispered as they descended. I m so glad you have Dad. Take care of each other." Riddhima said

"I love you, too, Riddhima , honey." Padma said...

"Goodbye, Mom. I love you," She said again, her throat thick.

Armaan was waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Riddhima took his outstretched hand but leaned away, scanning the little crowd that was waiting to see them off.

"Dad?" She asked, her eyes searching.

"Over here," Armaan murmured. He pulled riddhima through the guests; they made a pathway for them . They found Shashank leaning awkwardly against the wall behind everyone else, looking a little like he was hiding. The red rims around his eyes explained why.

"Oh, Dad!" Riddhima said...

Riddhima hugged him around the waist, tears streaming again - She was crying so much tonight. Shashank patted her back.

"There, now. You don't want to miss your plane." Shashank said...

"I love you forever, Dad," Riddhima told him. "Don't forget that."

"You, too, Ridhu . Always have, always will."my princess Shashank said..

Riddhima rest her head on his chest at the same time he kissed her head..

"Call me," Shashank said.

"Soon," Riddhima promised
"Go on, then," Shashank said gruffly. "Don't want to be late."

The guests made another aisle for them. Armaan pulled riddhima close to his side as they made their escape.

"Are you ready?" Armaan asked.

"I am," Riddhima said....

Everyone applauded when Armaan kissed Riddhima on the doorstep. Then he rushed riddhima to the car as the rice storm began. Most of it went wide, but someone, probably Rahul , threw with uncanny precision, and I caught a lot of the ricochets off Armaan's back.

The car was decorated with more flowers that trailed in streamers along its length, and long gossamer ribbons that were tied to a dozen shoes - designer shoes that looked brand-new - dangling behind the bumper.

Armaan shielded riddhima from the rice while She climbed in, and then he was in and they were speeding away as They waved out the window and called "I love you" to the porch, where there families waved back.

Their car zoomed out into the dark road..

Armaan squeezed her hand.

"I love you," he said.

Riddhima leaned her head against his arm.
'That's why we're here," She quoted him.

He kissed her hair.

But riddhima pull him and smack her lips to his Armaan pull her into deeper kiss and she feel him smile against her lips
Riddhima pull back and whisper on his lips
am irresistibly yours ....


The end

Lots of love
Akanksha 💕💕

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