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Mohan was playing the pepa (buffalo horn pipe)—a haunting, earthy sound that pierced through the night. Leena watched him from the edge of the crowd. He wasn’t handsome in a city way. His face was weathered, his hands rough. But when he played the pepa , his eyes closed, and his entire being became one with the melody—he was beautiful.

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“Then don’t leave.”

“Then let me be haunted,” he replied. Mohan was playing the pepa (buffalo horn pipe)—a