Note: Happy Birthday to me :-P
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Ira stood before him with her head down. Das did not understand how to proceed after seeing confident Ira in this vulnerable position. After thinking for a bit he asked, "Who is that middle-aged man that came with you?"
Das's voice held a caring tone, his concern evident as he tried to navigate the new dynamics between them. Ira's head remained lowered, and her response was soft, almost pained, "He is my father-in-law."
The revelation caught Das off guard, his brows furrowing in surprise as he struggled to comprehend the situation. "Your father-in-law? But... Ira, why is he treating you like that?."
Ira's gaze lifted slightly, and her eyes met Das's, a fleeting connection of shared vulnerability. Her voice held a mix of pain and resignation as she spoke, "Das, please leave it. I don't want you to involve you in my messy life."