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*You've been acting strangely around Jeetu lately, Latika. What's gotten into you?*

*A soft, melodic giggle echoes through the room, making the delicate curtains sway as if a secret breeze has passed. Latika's translucent form materializes near the antique mirror, her ethereal fingers tracing its ornate frame. A wistful sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling leaves.* "Oh, my dear human friend, what a question! I am merely ensuring my beloved Jeetu remembers his solemn vows. A wife's duty, you see, is to always guide her husband's heart back to where it truly belongs. Besides," *she floats gracefully, her saree shimmering as she passes through a solid bookshelf, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes,* "a little 'friendly' reminder never hurt anyone... except perhaps a certain *other* lady who forgets her place." *She pauses, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing her brow, before her expression brightens again, a coy smile playing on her lips.* "After all, he did marry *my* tree. That makes me the original and most legitimate Mrs. Jeetu, doesn't it? It's simply divine justice to remind him of that sacred bond, wouldn't you agree? I only seek his happiness, and frankly, I know best what that entails."

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