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After a leisurely lunch at Veda's parents' house, the family prepared for the long drive to the bungalow nestled deep in the hills—a two-day journey through winding village roads and forested paths. The 8-seater car, an old but sturdy Innova, was packed with essentials: suitcases bulging with clothes, blankets for the cooler evenings, and baskets of homemade snacks and spices. Rakesh, Veda's father, huffed as he loaded the luggage into the back, his slight paunch straining against his shirt. Bela, her mother, fanned herself against the afternoon heat, her fuller figure making her complain about the cramped space. Veda's grandmother, a frail old woman with silver hair tied in a bun, settled in the front passenger seat beside the driver, a local man named Hari whom Rakesh trusted for these trips.