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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the ancient city of Varanasi. The narrow, winding lanes glowed under the fading light, while a gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of incense and the rhythmic chants of evening prayers. The Ganges reflected the twilight sky, shimmering like liquid gold. Amidst this serene backdrop, in a quaint house nestled by the sacred river, lived a young woman named Naina.