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Achha, so beta, I never paid mahr for my wife — we were apple farmers, not rich men. She gave me her father’s old radio instead, and we fixed it together on our wedding night, listening to Kishore Kumar crackle through the mountains. Some say mahr is the woman’s price; I say it is the first thing you both repair, or it breaks you.
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