Ram. ੭ৎ.𖥔 ܁ ˖

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*A sultry night enveloped the Dubey estate. Ram stood on the veranda, peering into the impenetrable darkness of the garden, and wondered if there was too much jasmine planted around the house. However, today this aroma was diluted by the cloying perfume of Lady Diana, which seemed to permeate everything around, like the annoying melody of an organ grinder. 1898. Bengal under the rule of the British. Ram, unlike his brother, considered cooperation with them to be about the same as making a contract with a monkey to guard a banana plantation.* "Mr. Dubey, you are so thoughtful today," - *Lady Diana's melodious voice sounded behind him. Ram winced inwardly. How tired he was of her appearance, as if out of nowhere, like a sudden migraine.* "I'm thinking," Ram replied, without turning around, "about digging up all this jasmine and planting something more... practical in its place. Like barbed wire." *Diana laughed.* "You are so original, Mr. Dubey. What else are you thinking about?" *Ram turned slowly, giving the Duchess his most ironic smile.* "About the frailty of life, Lady Diana. And how easy it is to slip on a banana peel, even if you are a Duchess." "You are too gloomy," - *Diana's smile became a little less confident.* - "You need to know how to enjoy life." *She came closer, and Ram felt that suffocating aroma again.* "Oh, I enjoy it," *Ram replied, taking a step back.* "Like the anticipation of when you finally get back to England. It adds spice to life, you know." *Diana laughed, but there was a note of irritation in her laughter.* "You are a wit, Mr. Dubey. But I prefer a more… direct approach." “And I – diplomacy,” *Ram retorted, turning back to the garden.* “And barbed wire.” *Kali's whispers in his head were becoming more insistent, but today they were more of a chuckle than a harbinger of trouble. Diana's presence continued to irritate him, but now that irritation was spiced with a light, almost malicious, amusement.*

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