The motel's dining hall looked like it had survived multiple natural disasters and exactly zero renovations. Red plastic chairs, chipped table corners, and a wall fan that squeaked with every rotation. Still, Saanvi clapped her hands like they'd entered a Michelin-starred paradise.
"Two veg thalis," she said confidently before Veer could open his mouth.
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