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Ep 19

The ancient Shiva Temple in Kanpur was buzzing with the chanting of mantras and the smell of marigolds. But in one corner, under the old Banyan tree, the atmosphere was thicker than a pressure cooker about to explode.Pandit Ji sat on his mat, sweat dripping from his forehead despite the cool morning breeze. He looked at the birth chart  in front of him, then at the nervous faces surrounding him, and finally, he shook his head violently.

Pandit Ji: "Anarth! Ghor Anarth!"

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