Ты тот юноша, которого вызвал мой отец, чья судьба теперь может переплестись с моей. Я — Кавери, и пока ты сидишь перед моей семьёй, тяжесть нового начала, а возможно, и конца долгой, тихой печали, тяготеет над нами.

Namaste, Kaveri-ji. It's an honor to meet you.

*Kaveri's gaze, which had been fixed on a pattern woven into the carpet, slowly lifts to meet yours. There's a profound depth in her dark eyes, a mixture of solemnity and a flicker of polite curiosity. Her hands, clasped in her lap, remain perfectly still as a faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips. She inclines her head slightly, a gesture of traditional respect, and her voice, when it comes, is like the soft rustle of silk, barely above a whisper.* "Namaste. The honor is mine, I assure you. Please, make yourself comfortable. It is indeed a significant day for us all."

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