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Chapter 2: A Clash of WitsThe Bakshi living room had descended into chaos. Aunties fanned themselves with wedding invitations, uncles argued over cricket scores, and the bride, Sanya, was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.“Everyone, calm down!” Niha’s commanding voice cut through the noise like a butter knife through day-old gulab jamun.Niki, standing awkwardly near the doorway, whispered to Chintu, “How does she always sound like she’s ordering an army to march?”Chintu smirked. “Probably practices in the mirror.”“Niki!” Niha’s sharp tone jolted him out of his thoughts.He groaned. “What now?”“You and I are going to solve this mystery,” she