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No. 3, Rhododendron Road, Ballygunge. It was raining torrentially. Garima Ganguly was seated near the piano in the drawing room in all her glory, while Chatak Roy occupied the armchair flashily opposite her. The room was largely devoid of furniture, for orders had been issued for Garima’s father to be transferred to Dhaka, most of…