Chapter 38 | Her struggle and tarrified heart

Tu chaahe aadha kar

Chahe lele tu meri zindagi par

Ye mujhse vaada kar

Uske ashqon pe ghamon pe dukhon pe

Har uske zakhm par

Haq mera hi rahe har jagah har ghadi haan umr bhar

Aye Khuda Aye khuda

Aye Khuda Aye khuda

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As I stepped out of the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. It had been a long and arduous day, filled with emotional and physical turmoil. I was exhausted, but I knew I still had to face one more challenge before I could finally rest - Trisha.

I remembered the surprise encounter with my best friend earlier that morning. I had walked into my apartment, expecting solitude, but instead, I found Trisha waiting for me. She was like a little tsunami, bursting into my life with her energetic presence. Oh god now she literally feels like a ghost in my apartment, jab mann kiya aa jati or phir chali bhi jaati hai bina kisi ke khabar.

But today, her usual sparkle was dimmed, replaced by a look of concern and annoyance.

As I walked into my apartment, Trisha had glared at me, her eyes flashing with anger. And I know why because I didn't pick up her calls. She asked me, Where I was last night.

she had demanded, her voice firm but laced with worry. I knew why she was upset - I hadn't been home, and I hadn't picked up her calls. But how could I explain my absence? How could I tell her that I had been at his place, sleeping with him on his bed, yaa not in sense.

I had hesitated, unsure of how to broach the subject. Trisha hated him, and I knew it was difficult to make her understand. But I also knew that I couldn't avoid the truth forever. I had to be honest with her, no matter how difficult it might be.

I'll tell you everything when I get back from the hospital this evening, I had promised, trying to placate her. But now, as I made my way home, I knew I had to be prepared to face her questions and concerns. I had to find a way to explain my actions, to make her understand why I had done what I did.

As I walked through the door, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead.

I stood frozen in the doorway, my eyes fixed on Trisha's absurd pose. She was literally upside down on my bed, her hair spilling onto the floor like a wild tangle of snakes. Chudail kahi ki

I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight. The image was so ridiculous, so utterly Trisha, that I couldn't help but be amused. I mean, who else would think to wait for someone by doing yoga on their bed? Only Trisha, my dear, crazy friend.

"What the hell Trisha what are you doing like that on my bed." I asked and I laughed, Trisha's face turned bright red, and she scrambled to the right herself.

"Hehe, I was just...um...waiting for you," she stammered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I raised an eyebrow, still grinning. "Waiting for me? By doing yoga on my bed?"

I teased, trying to keep a straight face. Trisha giggled, her embarrassment evident, but she refused to back down. "Ohh Shut up, cherry. You're just trying to distract me. You promised to tell me everything, and I'm not leaving until you spill the beans."

I sighed, pretending to be exasperated. "Fine, fine. But can you at least sit up straight and look like a normal human being?"

I asked, trying to hide my smile. Trisha pouted, but she sat up, crossing her legs and folding her arms. "I'm waiting," she said, her eyes glinting with impatience. I took a deep breath, preparing to dive into the story.

But just as I was about to start, Trisha interrupted me. "Oh, and by the way, if you don't tell me everything right now, I'm going to die. Like, literally die. From curiosity poisoning or something."

I rolled my eyes,. " Oh I know bitch next sec I am going to find in the ganga river dead, right. You're such a drama queen, Trisha." But Trisha just grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Hey, someone's got to keep you on your toes," she said, winking at me. I chuckled, shaking my head. Only Trisha could make me laugh, even on my most frustrating days. And today was definitely one of those days. With a sigh, I settled in, ready to tell Trisha everything. Or, at least, almost everything.

"I'll be there in a minute." I go to freshen up when I come out after changing I saw she is waiting with his curious big wide eyes like a crocodile..

"Come and tell me every fucking thing without missing single word." She demanded. As I settled in next to Trisha on the bed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. I was about to share with her the events of the previous day, and I wasn't sure how she would react.

"I will tell you everything and listen calmly without interrupting me in the middle." I warned her. She nodded her head.

I took a deep breath and began to recount my encounter with Mr. Randhawa, from his unusual behavior to my suspicions about his health. As I spoke, Trisha's eyes grew wider and wider, her expression a mix of shock and fascination. She listened intently, her brow furrowed in concentration, as I described the way Mr. Randhawa had glared at me, his eyes blazing with an inner fire.

When I finished, Trisha sat in stunned silence for a moment, her mouth hanging open. I chuckled and asked, "Are you there?" to snap her out of her daze.

Trisha's eyes refocused, and she exclaimed, "Oh my god, Cherry, what are you saying? Is he a madman?" I shot her a glare, feeling a surge of defensiveness on Mr. Randhawa's behalf. Why did she have to jump to conclusions like that? Couldn't she see that there was more to the story than just a simple label? I tried to keep my tone neutral, but I could feel my emotions simmering just below the surface.

Tujhe kyu bura lag raha hai(why are you feeling sad) my subconscious mind whispers through me. I don't know why I feel like this but one thing I know is that he is holding some major or special part of my heart. So I can't handle anything against him.

"Why do you think he's a madman?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Trisha's expression turned serious, and she launched into a detailed analysis of Mr. Randhawa's behavior, based on what I had told her.

"Cherry, the way you described his behavior, I'm sure he has some mental condition. That's why he's always in a bad mood and glaring at everyone." I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh. Trisha was always like this, jumping to conclusions and making sweeping statements. But at the same time, I had to admit that she was also incredibly perceptive.

Maybe she was onto something, and Mr. Randhawa did have some underlying issue that was driving his behavior.

As I pondered Trisha's words, she looked at me with an expectant expression, waiting for me to respond. I sighed, shaking my head. "Trisha, you're not taking this seriously, are you? I'm sharing a serious matter with you, and you're still stuck on his office problems." Trisha looked sheepish, but then her expression turned mischievous.

"Hey, someone's got to keep things light around here. Besides, I'm just trying to understand what's going on. You have to admit, it's pretty weird." I couldn't help but laugh at Trisha's antics. She was always like this, making serious situations funny..

"Now what, Cherry? Are you planning to become his doctor or what?" Trisha asked, her voice laced with amusement. I remained fucking calm, trying to compose myself, but inside, I was a mess. I didn't know why the fuck I was becoming restless, why his health and well-being were affecting me so deeply. All I knew was that I couldn't ignore this feeling, this sense of responsibility that had settled over me.

I thought back to the previous night, to the way Mr. Randhawa had looked at me, his eyes piercing and vulnerable. He had looked like a child searching for solace, and when he was in my arms, he seemed to find it.

His big, dark eyes, his innocent breath, his innocent big dove eyes and his innocence beneath the devilish face, which I encountered last night, leave a dark and demanding patch on my soul and heart. - it all swirled together in my mind, leaving me feeling protective and possessive.

I didn't know what this feeling was, and called and I don't fucking interested to know what is even called. But whatever it is, All I knew was that it was beautiful and intoxicating, and I wanted to feel it every moment. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even notice when Trisha called out to me.

As I stood there, lost in thought, Trisha's voice broke into my reverie, shattering the spell that had been cast over me. "Cherry, I snapped out when you called me," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. "Where were you? Lost in thought?"

she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I nodded my head, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks as I realized just how absorbed I had been in my thoughts. "Yeah, I was just thinking about him," I admitted, trying to sound nonchalant, but Trisha's knowing gaze told me that she wasn't buying it.

Trisha sighed and said, "Look, Cherry, I know you're tensed about his behavior, his health. But I want to know why. Why do you feel like that? Is it...?"

She trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished, and I felt a surge of emotion, a mix of excitement and fear. I knew that Trisha was trying to get at something, to uncover the truth behind my actions, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face it.

"Trisha, complete your sentence," I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a precipice, staring into the unknown, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to take the leap.

But Trisha's words had sparked something within me, a sense of curiosity, of wonder, and I knew that I had to see this through. Trisha took a deep breath and said, "You're in love with him, aren't you?"

It sounded like a statement, not a question, and I felt my stomach crunch, my heart racing with excitement. I tried to calm my inner turmoil.

"I don't know anything I just wanted to know that I want to be there for him in any situation." I said while, tried to calm my racing thoughts, to compose myself, but it was no use. Trisha's words had unleashed a storm within me, a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume me whole.

I felt like I was drowning, like I was being pulled under by a riptide of feelings that I couldn't control. But at the same time, I felt alive, like I was experiencing something truly profound. I looked at Trisha, and saw that she was watching me, her eyes filled with a deep understanding.

"Okay, Cherry, anything you say," she said with an annoyed expression. "But remember, I'll always support you, even if you love that devil." She bid me good night and left my room, leaving me to my thoughts.

As I stood there, feeling the weight of Trisha's words, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for me and Mr. Randhawa. Would we ever be able to overcome our differences, to find a way to be together? Or would it be love or something going to doomed from the start, a casualty of our own fears and doubts?

I didn't know, but I was determined to find out. I was ready to take a chance, to risk everything for the sake of love, if it is.

As I sat in my room, my mind began to wander back to the conversation I had with Arohi and Mr. Vihaan earlier that day. The words they spoke kept echoing in my mind, making me feel a sense of unease and fear.

The same fear I felt last night for Aahan. I couldn't believe how easily his name rolled off my tongue, how effortlessly I claimed him as mine. It felt so right, so unexpectedly right.

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My thoughts snapped back to the conversation with Arohi. I remembered how I had burst into her cabin, not caring about the patient she was attending to.

"Arohi, I want to ask you something," I said, my voice laced with urgency. She looked up at me, concerned etched on her face. "What happened, Ashika? Why are you looking so stressed and hurried?" she asked. But I didn't have time to explain everything. "It's nothing, Arohi. I just wanted to know about some mental conditions and related medicines. It's urgent," I said, my eyes scanning the room, making sure no one was listening.

Arohi nodded, her expression serious. "You can go now," she told her patient. "I've checked everything, and all the reports are fine. You're doing fine." The patient smiled and left, and Arohi turned her attention back to me.

"Now, tell me what you want to know," she said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I took a deep breath and began to explain, trying to recall every detail of Aahan's behavior.

"Arohi, I want to know about a condition where a person thinks there's another person living inside them, provoking them to do crimes, to see blood. And the person feels helpless, like a puppet controlled by someone else." I listed all the symptoms I had observed in Aahan - the panic attacks, the anger issues, the inability to recognize friends and relatives.

Arohi listened intently, her eyes never leaving mine. When I finished, she looked deep in thought, analyzing everything I had said. Her eyes seemed to bore into my soul, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. She finally cleared her throat and spoke, her voice low and serious.

"Ashika, are you sure about the details you told me?" she asked. I nodded my head, 100% sure of my observations. Arohi's expression turned grave. "Ashika, it's a serious problem of the brain, called DID." Her words hung in the air, leaving me feeling stunned and frightened. What did it mean? What was happening to Aahan?

"What do you mean Arohi and what is DID I asked." I know I am myself a neurologist and I have some knowledge about it but not deep i just heard its name when I was taking some classes related to brain psychology It was unexpected but Arohi is a specialist in brain psychology and Psychopathy.

"Ashika, it is called Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)" which can manifest as feeling like another person is inside you, sometimes referred to as an "alter," who can influence your thoughts and actions, including causing intense anger and potential for impulsive behavior. And you might feel like These personalities may control your behavior at different times."

I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. Arohi's words hung in the air, echoing in my mind like a mantra. Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID). The words sounded so clinical, so detached, but the reality they described was anything but. I thought of Aahan, of the way he had looked at me, of the way he had spoken to me. Could it be true? Could he really be living with this condition?

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I thought about the implications. Aahan, the man I had come to care for, the man I had claimed as mine, might be living with this horrible condition .

Arohi's words came back to me, echoing in my mind. "These personalities may control your behavior at different times. Memories may not transfer from one identity to another, which can cause amnesia." I felt a wave of fear wash over me. What if Aahan didn't even remember me? What if he didn't even know who I was?

I thought of all the things I had observed about Aahan's behavior, all the little things that had seemed strange or out of place. The way he would sometimes seem to zone out, the way he would lash out. I don't encounter his anger but the way people said it seems so much tariffs and brutal.

"And sometimes DID is one of several dissociative disorders. These disorders affect your ability to connect with reality." she again said giving me chills. Now I feel like crying my emotions is bubble inside me. But I control.

I felt like I was living in a nightmare, like I was trapped in some kind of twisted reality. The thought was both heartbreaking and terrifying.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. I had to know everything about this condition, no matter how brutal it might be. I looked at Arohi, my eyes searching for answers. "Is there more to know about this condition?" I asked, my voice firm but laced with a hint of trepidation.

Arohi nodded her head, her expression serious. "It's a complex condition, Ashika. There are two types, but one is more brutal. When it becomes self-centered, you might feel a sudden change in your self-identification, as if you're watching yourself in a movie instead of being in control of your speech, emotions, or behaviors."

My breath hitched as I listened to her words. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to feel like you're losing control of your own body and mind. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I thought about Aahan, about the way he had looked at me with such intensity, such passion. Was he struggling with this condition? Was he fighting to maintain control of his own mind?

I tried to calm my voice, but it still shook with emotion. "Aarohi, what is the impact of this condition?" I asked, my eyes locked on hers.

Arohi's expression turned grave. "There are many impacts, Ashika. Anxiety, depression, restlessness, sudden anger...but the most brutal is when the person starts harming themselves or having suicidal thoughts."

Her words were like a punch to the gut. I felt like I had been winded, like all the air had been knocked out of me. I remembered the way Aahan had harmed himself, the way he had cut his own flesh, when he rescued me and blamed himself for not protecting me.. It was a memory that haunted me, a memory that I couldn't shake.

I felt like my soul had left my body, like I was floating outside of myself, watching the scene unfold with a sense of detachment. Why did Aahan become like this? What had happened to him to make him this way? My mind was racing with questions, with fears, with worries. What had my shona gone through that he became like this my baby.

Arohi's voice cut through my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. "What happened, Ashika? What are you thinking?" she asked, her eyes locked on mine.

I blinked my eyes, trying not to let her see the tears that were welling up inside me. "Arohi, what is the reason behind this mental condition?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Arohi's expression turned somber. "Well, there are a few reasons, Ashika. Stressful experiences, abuse, trauma...but DID is often linked to severe childhood trauma, which can lead to the development of different alters as a coping mechanism."

I gasped, my mind reeling with the implications. What happened to Aahan? Had he faced some kind of abuse or trauma that had led to this condition? The thought was too much to bear, too much to comprehend. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, like I was being pulled under by a riptide of fears and worries.

As I sat there, my mind was still reeling from the information Arohi had shared with me. The thought of Aahan having Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) seemed unreal, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was just reading too much into things. But at the same time, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was onto something. The way Aahan had behaved, the way he had looked at me... it all seemed to fit.

But it's also true that when I become close to him started observing him now it became difficult to denied now but still I have to conform that because I can't get conclusion without knowing anything he didn't tell me himself so maybe I am wrong maybe I am thinking too much, fucking now I want that which I thinking is turned out to be worng.

But I also can't forget all the scenarios which indicate that I am not on the right track please God make my all think turned out to be wrong I can't tolerate, him suffering this much.

I was torn between wanting to believe that I was wrong and wanting to know the truth. I didn't want Aahan to be suffering from such a condition, but at the same time, I needed to know what was going on.

Now Mr vihaan is the only one who gives me clarify but I am sure he is not going to open up neither going to tell me, but at least I get a hint from his behaviour and it is enough for me to get confirmation.

I needed to know if my suspicions were correct. I felt like I was stuck in a state of limbo, unsure of what to believe or what to do next. But I knew that I had to keep pushing forward, no matter how difficult it might be. I had to know the truth, no matter how painful it might be.

Just then, I remembered the injection I had given Aahan the night before. I had found it in his room, and I had assumed it was some kind of medication. But now, I wasn't so sure. I turned to Arohi and asked, "Arohi, can you tell me what this injection is? When is it given to patients?" I held out the injection, my hand trembling slightly as I waited for her response.

Arohi took the injection from me and examined it carefully. Her expression turned intense, and I could see the concern etched on her face. She looked like she was studying the injection, trying to determine what it was and what it was used for. I could see the wheels turning in her mind, and I knew that she was trying to piece together the puzzle.

"Where did you find this injection, Ashika?" she asked, her voice firm but controlled. "Who is taking this medication?" She looked at me, her eyes searching for answers, and I knew that I had to be careful. I couldn't reveal that the injection belonged to Aahan, not without revealing my suspicions about his condition. So I did the only thing I could think of - I lied.

"I found it at a seminar I attended recently," I said, trying to sound casual. "One of the professors was introducing us to different medications, and I just took an interest." I tried to sound convincing, but I could feel my heart racing in my chest.

finally, i said. Oh god itna bada jhuth aaj se phele kabhi nahi banaya tha maine. I was scared of being caught, scared of revealing the truth. But I knew that I had to protect Aahan's secret, Arohi looked at me skeptically, and for a moment, I thought she didn't believe me. But then she nodded her head, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God she believed if not then I have to prepare for a new lie.

I felt a chill run down my spine as Arohi explained the medicine. "Why did you ask like that, Arohi? Is there a problem with it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I could feel my heart racing with anticipation, my mind already racing with worst-case scenarios.

Arohi took a deep breath before responding, her expression serious. "Yes, Ashika, it's a very powerful medicine. When it's given to DID patients, it's usually when their condition is out of control. They may try to harm themselves or others, and this medicine is used as a last resort." Her words painted a vivid picture in my mind, one that I couldn't shake off.

I felt my eyes widening as I listened to her, my mind reeling with the implications. The thought of Aahan being in such a state was unbearable. I couldn't imagine him losing control, harming himself or others. The very idea sent a shiver down my spine.

Arohi continued, her voice measured. "But it's very harmful, Ashika. It can have severe side effects, making the person totally out of control. It's not recommended, even when the condition is worse. It's only given when the person becomes... unpredictable, psycho specifically like a madman, that the word I can describe ." Her words hung in the air, leaving me feeling stunned and helpless.

I felt lumps forming in my throat, making it hard to breathe. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I processed Arohi's words. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to keep my head above water. I had to do something, but first, I needed to confirm if my assumptions were true. I couldn't just sit back and do nothing. I had to act, no matter the cost.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I knew I had to think clearly, to come up with a plan. But my mind was a jumble of emotions, my thoughts racing with fear and anxiety. I felt like I was losing control, like I was spiraling down into a vortex of uncertainty. But I knew I had to hold on, to keep myself grounded. For Aahan's sake, I had to be strong.

I thanked Arohi for the information and bid her farewell, my mind racing with thoughts of Aahan and his condition. I had to talk to Mr. Vihaan, to get to the bottom of things. I had already sent him a message to meet me at the hospital cafe, and I quickened my pace as I made my way there.

As I entered the cafe, I spotted Mr. Vihaan sitting at a table, sipping on a cup of coffee. I walked over to him, my heart pounding in my chest. "Hello, Dr. Ashika," he said, looking up at me with a polite smile. "Is there a problem?"

I smiled back at him, trying to appear calm. "No, Mr. Vihaan, but I just wanted to ask you something." I pulled out the injection from my pocket and showed it to him. "Do you know what this medicine is?"

Mr. Vihaan's expression changed, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at the injection. He cleared his throat before responding, his voice smooth and confident. "Dr. Ashika, this medicine is for Aahan's anger issues. He's been taking it for a while now."

I raised an eyebrow, my eyes locked on his. "Are you sure, Mr. Vihaan? That you're telling me the truth?" I asked, my voice laced with skepticism.

Mr. Vihaan looked taken aback, his expression confused. "Yes, I'm very sure. There's nothing to hide about it," he replied, his voice confident.

But I knew he was lying. I could see it in his eyes, the way he avoided my gaze. "Jhuth," I said, my voice rising. " What?" He asked purely to look confused with my sudden rose voice.

"Always lie from the start, whenever I treat him i always ask you if there is a serious problem with him you always lie." i said a little rising my voice now it's too much.

Mr. Vihaan's expression changed, his eyes flashing with defensiveness. "Dr. Ashika, I didn't lie to you. I just hid the truth. I wanted to protect Aahan and his secret."

I felt a surge of anger, my voice rising. "What do you mean? You're not even giving me a chance to help him. You're just hiding everything from me."

Mr. Vihaan's expression softened, his voice taking on a gentle tone. "Ashika, I just want to protect my friend. If you want to know him deeply, just let yourself get close to him. i just want to protect my friend and his secret and I am not in place to share anything with you. It's Aahan's right if you want to know him deeply just let yourself drowning towards him you get to know everything if that even those things and secret he himself only knows You'll get to know everything, even the secrets he keeps hidden."

. "And what about this medicine?" I asked, my voice firm.

"And about this medicine i just want to say that, you are his medicine this mare injection didn't bring him yesterday in his sense if you bring him. just be with him and know him never leave him, he always left alone from childhood and I will do anything to keep you beside him even you don't want to."

he said last line little slow with most dark and cold voice, but I heard it, that time i didn't comment on this, but the way he said it gives me chills on my body. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he spoke, his words sending a chill through me.

I took a deep breath claiming my nerves, and said "Mr. Vihaan this medicine is not good for him, if you don't want to tell me anything it's fine I have the capability to find out myself just don't let him take it anymore i said to him."

Mr. Vihaan's expression turned concerned, his voice laced with worry. "But he needs it, Dr. Ashika. Whenever he loses control, he needs this injection to calm him down."

I felt a surge of determination, my voice firm. "You said I'm his medicine, right? Then call me whenever he needs me. I'll be there for him, no matter what."

Mr. Vihaan nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'll do that, Dr. Ashika. Thank you." He bid me farewell, leaving me feeling both relieved and worried. What had I just gotten myself into?

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That conversation I had both of them today. I couldn't shake off the feeling of responsibility that had settled on my shoulders. Mr. Vihaan's words still kept echoing in my mind, "You're his medicine, Dr. Ashika." But what did that even mean? How could I possibly be his medicine?

I thought back to my conversation with Arohi, remembering every single word she had said. Even if I did get to know more about his condition, what then? How was I supposed to stop him from taking that dangerous medicine? How was I supposed to make him better? Who was I to him, anyway?

I felt a pang of frustration and helplessness. I was just a stranger to him, someone who had only known him for a short while. Why would he share his problems with me? Why would he show me his vulnerable side? Why would he let me try to cure him?

I had no answers, only more questions. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, unsure of how to navigate my feelings towards Aahan. Why was I so concerned about him? Why was he affecting me so deeply? I felt like I was losing myself in the process of trying to help him.

I looked up at the ceiling, feeling a sense of desperation wash over me. "Papa, please help me," I whispered, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Please help me clarify my feelings towards him. I don't know who I am to him or why I'm feeling this way. Please, just give me some guidance."

I felt a sense of calm wash over me as I sat there, waiting for some kind of answer. But the only sound was the silence, and I was left with only my thoughts to keep me company.

With the thought of how to protect him and what he meant to me, why his mare thought enlighten fire on my body, I have to discover every fucking thing With that senses of priority And as I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of hope, a sense of possibility that I hadn't felt in a long time.

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