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I have come back to the forum after a long time for two reasons. One being that the DKD's are now 'DHOBI KE DONKEYS' instead of 'DHOBI KE DOGGIES" and two that its my birthday and I have a Sanskaari treat for you! I hope you enjoy...
Happy RiKara Reading!
"His extreme gentleness was in no way tentative; rather it was a promise of power known and held in leash; a challenge and a provocation the more remarkable for its lack of demand. I am yours, it said. And if you will have me, then . . ."
SOOTHING ACHE
"Thank god Omkara ... Your fever is gone!" Gauri rubbed her palm against his for head continuously tensed because of his weak health.
"Don't worry Gauri I am fine." Omkara assured her holding her wrist.
He melted under that maidenly ardor as though it were rain and he a pillar of salt.
...He stood, helpless towering a freshly bathed Gauri against the wooden frame of the cupoboard ... He ran his hand in her damp her and then unable to rule his needy mouth and his restless hands, while, within, his heart beat out the mortifying truth that he was attracted to her.He leaned forward and kissed her, slowly, reverently, no longer quite so surprised that this was happening, that he wanted her so badly.
"I need you Gauri ..." He whispered into her lips resting his forehead on hers ... He knew his wife of two weeks had a lot of emotional mess to deal with but for that she has to confide in him and trust him. She needs him and so he needs her ...
Breathing heavily Gauri stepped out of her room thinking about what her husband did to her this morning and what he has been trying to do since the last few days. Such physical proximity was new for her ... Relaxing but not comfortable to begin with because it was a fact really hard for her to accept that she is married ... Not because of with whom she married but because of how she married ... She was not a bride of a man's choice but of a man's impulse ... Maybe he would not have accepted her in matrimony if the circumstance would have been normal.
Brushing aside many such thoughts like these she walked towards his studio. It was ten in the night and he did not care to come back to her, trying to be busy with anything amd everything in the name of work and she knew why ... That was because of her anxiety and aloofness. Now, Gauri had decided that she will move forward in life and leave behind everything related to Kali Thakur and his villainious ways. She has to work towards her future and in this moment future meant him and their married life. They deserve it.
She very well understood that if he can be a husband to can protect her and give her a dignified life ... He has every right to claim her ... Thinking about him, She pushed open the door of his work space nervously.
Omkara's chest expanded at the sight of Gauri with her hand on his work-table, the place he had laid each timber of his masterpieces; measured, sawed, planed, sanded. His heart swelled again, as though with her words and the things she did, she kept breathing life into his soul, almost more than he could bear.
He did not refuse this invitation. He did not remark that the table though not dirty was not clean either. He did not suggest their bed or even the soft couch in their room.
No, he went to her thinking that this was good and right in a way his soul could understand even if his mind would have suggested other places to take this step on their journey.
He had sculpted his artworks with his hands and now he would put his hands on her, and build something new.
He drew close, standing in front of her. He touched her face, her skin soft beneath his calloused artistic hands. She turned her face into his hand and kissed the toughened ridges, shaped by the carving of wood and molding of clay.
"You honor me, he whispered.
Her lips were swollen now and her scent filled the room, buttery pastries. He knew what would happen as he leaned towards her. Little puffs of air left her mouth. Her scent thickened the space between. A light groan met his lips as he kissed her.
"Omkara Singh Oberoi" She pleaded. "You will make me come."
"Come". He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue between her lips. She cried out and he bored deeply. She clutched his arms as he brought her. She cried out again and again until she could barely stand. He slid his arm around her waist and drew back just enough so that he could look at her flushed cheeks and liquid eyes.
"How do you do that Gauri?" He asked as his thumb pressed in her lower lip. "Your husband loves it this way." All he wanted was to be satiated and satisfied.
She looked down and he pecked her lips. Being so close to him felt like bliss but Some memories took her back to unhappy times. The times when she was trapped in chains and tortured ... The time when she burdened Omkara's life because he had to marry her ... She started to love him for the kind of good man he is but she realized bit by bit that maybe she was not his choice ...
He put the side of his finger beneath her chin and lifted, forcing her to look at him. "I value your love for your husband. Looking into his eyes she realized how life was going to be ... Different, Likeable and most importantly full of love. She knew that her Shankaji had saved her from the venomous Kali ... Her Shankarji had sent him for her.
"Omkara... Do you even know? how you please my heart. Tears swam in her eyes, a little ocean of pain. Then she laughed and wiped at her cheeks. " I liked the way you tease me. The way you did yesterday and the day before. I am always so ready for you. I seem to be a little pile of kindling just waiting for the strike of a match. But doesn't it bother you to hear that? Don't you want to be angry with me ... Don't you think I am a forced burden in your life? She asked as her romantic words turned anxious.
He shook his head. "Of course not. He smiled. "Well, perhaps a little but that is just being absurd. It doesn't matter to me about how you came into my life but it is about I want you in my life ... I want to love you Gauri ... I want to make love to you ... And even some beautiful babies ..." Omkara said to her teasing the flesh of her hip.
She searched his eyes. "I want you to embrace me ... To hold me ... To love me." She said mustering confidence.
He shook his head. "I believe we feel the same way, desire but restraint, no? I feel I should not provoke you into any kind of intimacy Gauri ... But I want to take this chance ... I want you to believe in me like you believe in your god ... We can make this marriage work ..."
She nodded.
He put his hands around her small waist. He smiled because his fingers touched.
He unbuttoned the neckline of her kurti and since he dipped his chin to work the front zipper, she leaned close and sniffed his skin all along his temple until chills chased each other down his neck and his chest.
His muscles flexed and released.
He pushed the soft cotton fabric covering her upper body to the floor and she stepped out of them and then removed her earrings as well. Within moments even her churidaar was gracing the floor while she moaned enjoying his pinchful mischief. He looked down, not at the floor but at the expanse of lovely pale skin, thigh to ankle. He ran a finger across first one warm thigh, then the other. She hissed softly and put her hands on his shoulders.
She leaned forward and nuzzled his neck again. "Take your hair from that bun... I don't like it ZulfiKara, she whispered. "I want to see your hair, to feel it between my fingers. I have wanted to do that for so long. For so long I've wanted to do so many things with you. He smiled listening to her demands.
She kissed his neck and licked and kissed. These small kitten-like ministrations built a fire in his body and weakened parts of him while strengthening others. For that reason, he had difficulty lifting his arms in order to obey her command. But he succeeded at last and freed his hair.
Using both hands, she drew his hair forward. It was long now, in somewhat wild waves with a few errant curls here and there. Casually and carelessly straight. Her fingers sunk into his hair on both sides and she dragged her hands lower and lower, the tips of her fingers poking through and connecting with his shoulders.
But her fingers became knotted, of course, so he took her hands and untangled her fingers. He held her gaze as he lifted both hands to his lips and kissed each finger one after the other. Her breaths were light again and very quick.
Her lips parted. Her breath flowed toward him, a sweet scent of the patisserie. Shivers chased over his body. What she could do to him!
She was killing him so sweetly. Did she know how she affected him? That her gaze never strayed told him she did. She can tease and please her husband very much, and all, no doubt, without the smallest awareness of the effect. This he knew to be so very true about hershe had no guile and he loved her for that.
He released her hands and caressed the small bow over her bosom. He unhooked the clasp of her brassiere until he could push it apart. Her bra was cut low and made of a very fine cream lace, he definitely liked it. She had full breasts and his breathing changed at the sight of them. He dipped low and a soft sound swirled from her throat as his lips kissed each mound in turn. His hands became restless as he continued to kiss.
He thumbed her crests through the fabric and made them into hard beads. His touch, of lips and hands, drove new sounds from her throat, new cries and whimpers.
Her fingers worked through his hair again. "Omkara, she murmured. He felt her lips then kissed on her head.
He pushed the brassiere over her left breast and took the hard peak in his mouth. She gasped and cried out. "You will bring me again, she said, panting.
"Good", he grinned
He suckled, hard and fast.
Her body writhed. He vowed he had never known a woman to come so quickly but he suspected that these were but faint shadows, very small glipmses, and a prelude to what he could accomplish with her body.
Would she let him? Could he sweep over her as he wanted to, a heavy wave across her body, of great pleasure, perhaps like nothing she had ever known? A beautiful woman ... Fortunately his ritually wedded wife ... Tried to shy away from him because of her own fears ...
Gauri was draped over Omkara, her arms wrapped around his bent shoulders as he slowed the suckling of her chest. Her breath came in shallow pants and her body had that sweet drift of lethargy that always accompanied such a swift climax.
She stroked his hair then unloosened her arms to drift her fingers once more through his long half straight, half-wavy locks. He released the carving on her chest after deliciously torturing her and rose so that her fingers could travel all the way to the tips once more.
Omkara had magnificent hair. It wasn't black or brown, but someplace in-between. All the outer layers and long tendrils were beautifully brown, especially in sunlight and what lay beneath was darker, heavier, as though he were these two qualities blended, a soft more playful layer over the toughness that characterized his demeanor.
He was infinitely gentle with her as well. Did he know how much she needed his gentleness? Her pursuit of strength had toughened her and brought her courage. But in this quiet intimate moment, her fears returned. She was reminded of all that she had lost when she had been taken from the streets of Bareilly not so long ago.
He placed a finger between her eyebrows. "Why so worried, Gauri?
She shook her head then she laughed, that falling laughter of frustration. "I fear waking up bound again.
"Yes! Of course you do. That will not go away very soon. So, tell me, what more can I do to ease you? He asked massaging the asking of her shoulders.
His smile was soft, almost teasing.
She should be thinking of him. After all, he had already given her two lovely light releases. "Kiss me, she said.
He didn't wait for further invitation but swept the few inches of his extraordinary height down to meet her lips. This time, he was not gentle and she leaned against him, against his hard chest, and slung an arm around his neck, across his thick glorious hair and she took what he gave and gave more in return until he released her with a groan.
He waved a hand. She wasn't sure what he meant by it until he lifted her up on the table and instead of feeling wood beneath the thin lace of her under clothing... she felt a soft fleece blanket. He was so damn thoughtful. Her heart began to hurt with the thought of how she had been so unkind to his approach over thinking about the circumstamces as she put her hands on his shoulders.
He looked down very low and eased her knees apart. The crook of his finger drifted over her wet and enticing slit. A gasp left her throat.
He met her gaze. "Your body, Gauri, is a finely tuned, delicate instrument. She kept gasping as he gazed into her eyes and continued that soft intimate drift.
His fingers spread and she felt a very strange movement then realized he'd folded off her small pretty pieces of lace. She giggled then swallowed hard.
Fear began to move in a circle in her stomach, like a living creature that his touch, his nearness had awakened. Were they going to do this? Were they really going to make love? She was able to trust him ... Not sure about a life ... She wanted to share this moment with him
She didn't understand that small creature but the movements quickened and the creature began to swim up and up paralyzing her stomach, her chest, her throat. Various thoughts of Kali Thakur caused so much of pain to her.
"Gauri, what is it? What is the matter?
She shook her head and clutched at her throat. "I don't know. I don't know. Strange tears burned her eyes.
He covered the hand over her throat. "Look at me.
She fixed her gaze squarely on his but she couldn't breathe.
He searched her eyes for a long moment. "I can feel your pulse racing. He eased back from her. "I will stop. He carresed her face.
She gasped and shook her head. "No. This wouldn't be fair to you. She began panicking.
"I do not care what is right or fair. I worry only that you are in such sudden distress. I cannot see you like this Gauri."
Gauri forced herself to breath, to move past the tightness around her throat, the grip of something like steel bands around her chest. She forced the creature back into her stomach but she could not make it stop moving in swift threatening circles.
She should leave, but she hated the idea of leaving like this. Something was very wrong with her. Something hadn't worked right since she'd been rescued. Even after living with Omkara for two weeks, she lived with such agony and fear. His love and care being her life system.
Something had to give, had to change.
When he took another step back, and his gaze fell from hers, when she could feel not just his despair but his resolve as well, she thrust her arm forward and caught his neck at the nape. She would not let him go. " Own me, she cried.
"What? I do not understand.
" Come so close to me ... Like nobody ever has and nobody could ever dare. I've heard tales of it. You married me Omkara ... Own me ... And make me a part of you ..." She requested with tears in her eyes
He shook his head. "No. I will not take you like this.
She understood what needed to happen next if they were to move forward. She understood the way the sun rose and set each day, the way the tide came in and went back out. She had to become his wife with heart, mind and body ... Acceptance of every kind. Her fears, not of her own making, wouldn't allow her one more step with him.
Her resolve deepened and she let her arm fall away from his shoulder. She met his gaze in a hard stare and overlaid his mind with her thoughts. I have been held captive by a quiet monster and made to feel powerless. I know that I could not bear your weight on me without having those fears overpower the moment. But, Omkara ... My husband, you are my saviour ... I owe a lifetime to you ...you must do this for me and for us.
I want your weight on me more than anything in the world. I want to be connected body and soul with you more than anything in the world, here and now, on this table from which you created so much of art ... Recreate me . I beg of you to rip me and make me yours. Please.
The last word had resonance and she watched him close his eyes and weave on his feet.
When he opened his eyes, she saw his new resolve and the creature fled to the darkest recess of her soul and his mind came to her through his gaze in waves of exquisite peace.
Omkara had bedded his share of women.But even as he felt her begin to sink, as his poetic mind, that which was truly and purely artist, began to send you-will-do-my-bidding thoughts over her mind, he knew this would be different from anything he had experienced before. And not just because she is his wife ... She is different.
Gauri's mind was unlike any of the women he had seduced. As he held her mind in a gentle seductive grasp, he felt her power. Waves pulsed toward him, over him, like fingertips exploring not just his mind but his body as well.
He was firm within his pants , ready for her, ready to pleasure her. With a thought, he folded off his clothes, which brought a sharp cry from Gauri's throat. Making love to her husbamd didnot mean diminishing of any of the previous life threatening experience, just an easing of fear... With the thought that she is safe and her life has changed for good.
He slid one hand to the back of her head and one behind her back as he laid her down on the soft dark blue blanket he had taken from the bed ... That was one thing she found really comfortable. He could not bear the thought of splinters in her ivory skin.
Her beautiful black eyes were glazed, her lips parted, her breaths coming once more in little pants, which swept her soft patisserie scent over him, which in turn was like a new set of fingers rubbing ever so lightly over his erection.
With great care he positioned her, lifting and adjusting until her hips were low on the table and he had arranged her legs carefully over his shoulders.
He trembled now, not from exertion, but because what he had wanted from her... for more than ten days, was within a few inches from his tongue.
She had a perfect chestnut triangle of hair and as he sank to his knees, not caring that the tile floor was hard and cold against his skin, his lips finally met her lower lips. Her hands now pressed into his scalp as though urging him to go where he needed ...no... urging to just go.
He kissed her long and deep and made use of his tongue. How he had wanted to be here, to taste her, to feel her rippled flesh over his tongue.
Her hips rolled beneath him. He used his forearm over her hips to keep her seated. The heels of her feet pushed against the muscles of his back.
For him, a woman's nest was a place to savor, to take his time and for once, she did not rush to a climax. He smiled and licked a long line from her sweet opening to the apex of her crevice. Yes, for once she did not rush and he began to build her fire and with each kiss and lick. One upon the next, he felt her urgency grow as well as the elegant flow of power that moved in waves over him now.
He groaned and in response, his mind filled with her thoughts, "Omkara ..., thank you, thank you. I feel so peaceful and your tongue and lips, like heaven." She whispered to herself.
He made love to her with his mouth and tongue for a long time, driving her to the edge, then pulling back until her heels pushed harder and harder into his back and her whimpers turned to cries.
"Omkara please ... Don't stop...", she cried out...
He pushed into her now, deep thrusts with his tongue. He shifted one hand to press on her mound, pushing and pressing. Her cries grew lower in timbre until she groaned and arched her back. He drove his tongue hard now, deep inside, faster and faster until she screamed. But on he pushed, so that he brought her again and again.
When at last her hips settled. He kissed her very low once more, slowly and with reverence, savoring each delicate fold.
He rose up and saw that her eyes were teary."How you satisfy me. I have never felt like that before. It is a quick rush, and pleasant, but not like anything I have experienced in my whole life."
He responded, "Your power, Gauri. It is as though you possess my mind, as though you are inside my mind. It is so beautiful. And I feel your power in a flow of waves over my body. I have great need of you."
Her lips tried for a smile but anticipation tended to keep the face very quiet. "Then take me, Omkara"
He carefully repositioned her legs, drawing them around his waist as he stood up. She locked her ankles.
He looked down and shuddered because he was so close to possessing her as he had wanted to, ached to, since the moment he realized that she belonged to him. Using his hand, he guided himself, and began a gentle push. She was very tight and moaned at the presence of his tip.
He pushed a little more, and began to enter her, slowly, so slowly, savoring this first taking. She gave little cries and tugged on his arms, urging him, but he would not be rushed. He watched his long thick hardness begin to disappear into her body. He trembled now, the muscles of his arms shivering like a stallion ready to run.
He curled his buttocks and took her another inch. He rolled his hips and pushed from side to side.
She cried out and her hips arched off the table. Only then did he lift his gaze to her face and saw that tears trickled from her eyes. Only then, did he realize his eyes were wet as well.
There was great beauty in making love.
Once more he looked down between them. The dark hair of his body now shielded their connection from sight. But he had to see more and he pulled back. His hard length was wet so that when he pushed back in it was a smooth glide and he collapsed forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of her. His hips would not stop as he wished them to and he was hard, so very hard.
Gauri was lost, deep within her mind because Omkara held her in this magical place. She was at the same time so at peace yet stimulated and alive as she had never been before. He was thrusting now, into her, and rubbing over a place inside her body that was bringing her such pleasure. She wished he would continue forever, thrusting and driving.
She rolled her head from one side to the other.
"Gauri ...", he whispered.
She could hear him, but she couldn't focus on him. "Yes"... She said
She heard him groan and his thrusts were faster now.
"I want my remains inside you. Will you allow it? Will you try?" She asked her wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead.
"I'm afraid. This is so wonderful. You don't know. I'm afraid. Afraid." She moaned ... She cried ... Piercing her teeth in her lower lip.
"Its okay love ... Just listen to your body." His voice was a mere whisper. "Are you close?"
Close? Close to heaven? Yes, she was. Close to ecstasy? Oh, God, yes. She had never felt anything like this before.
But there was one thing she desired, something very specific to the intimate world in which she now belonged. She wanted her husband to mark her.
"Omkara" ... She whimpered grazing her nails in his back
He groaned. "I love your voice Gauri. Tell me what you desire. I will do anything." His lips carresed against the blood of her lower lip.
"Bite me ..." There she had said it and the moment she did, her internal muscles tightened around him.
"Gauri, I wish for nothing more than that, you know I do." He massaged the skin of her pelvis ... "Am I hurting you too much Gauri?" He said wiping the tears of her cheek ...
She cut him off. "It hurts ... It pains ... But this is different Omkara."
"Will you try and love me like the way I do Gauri ... please." He asked delving his tongue in her mouth.
"Yes, I'm sure. With every beat of my heart, I'm sure. You are flesh and blood. You are my Omkara and I want this more than I say." Gauri promised him.
"Oh My God he said aloud and his body stilled.
The trouble was, she was so ready and thoughts of his teeth in her skin so aroused her that she played him, deep within, as though the well of her ... had fingers and he was her instrument. She couldn't exactly control what she was doing, but the feel of him, so still, so hard, brought deep groans from her throat. The way her hips bucked made him grip her shoulder.
"You must stop. I'll come. Gauri. He gasped each word. "Please stop.
She sucked in a deep breath and grew as still as he was. She panted lightly, trying not to feel so much. The only thing she regretted was that she had waited to give herself to him.
After a long, long moment, he relaxed his shoulders and seemed to take a deep breath. He leaned over her now and nuzzled her ear, her throat, her neck.
He began to lick right above her vein and each stroke of his tongue sent shivers down her shoulders, her breasts, over her abdomen and caused her to tighten around him. He began to move within her once more, slowly now.
Their conectedness surprised her, that she could feel so much, almost acutely, and yet her mind could be so relaxed.
She felt her skin burn to meet him and before she could prepare, he struck deep and began to suckle.
The sharp sting of his teeth in the crook of her neck passed so fast and the suckling, as he took her blood in his mouth, was an erotic ballad. She savored the feel of his tongue and loved that what she gave him would nourish him in a way that was a mystery on Second Earth. He was a proud and satisfied male right now. She knew that her every part of her body was now his and that in some way, his primal need would be affected by hers.
His hips moved, his thrust grew quicker. Her heart sped up and he groaned, drawing harder at her neck.
You taste exquisite, Gauri.
Her hands drifted over his hair then found his back. Wing-locks were so sensitive and she found that his wept with pleasure. She drifted her hands down them so that he writhed beneath her touch, moved faster into her, sucked harder.
His movements grew quick.
"Omkara. So close."
He left her neck and drew back. His lips adorning a smile
"Kiss me" she tried to hold the skin of his chest.
He crashed down on her and the moment that she tasted her blood of his bite coupled with the flavor of him, pleasure began to flow, to pull hard within her body, in spasms that sent ecstasy shooting over the folds low on her body, traveling up her well to rise, higher and higher, grasping her abdomen, her stomach, flowing, another kind of heat.
I am giving you what I have to give, he cried still within her. She felt the power leave her body and he cried out sharp and loud, driving into her in hard thrusts that once more brought her.
"Your power is a wave over me, plucking at my skin, my shoulders, my chest, stroking my neck, now low, so low...oh, God". He spoke something to himself ... she didn't understand, but it didn't matter. The orgasm flew then retreated to build and fly again until she was screaming at the wood beams of the ceiling, her back arching, his back arching, his body slamming against hers.
Desperate with the change in her physical being ... She tried hard but she was not able to call his name ...
The orgasm drifted away, like the last punctuation of his beautiful poetry.
His hips slowed and finally stopped. Her body grew slack.
A moment later, he looked at her crimson face, Gauri blinked several times. He was poised above her, holding himself away from but still connected.
She brought her hand to her chest and looked into his eyes, ocean eyes.
She put her hand on his cheek. "Omkara, that was so beautiful.
"Only one thing would have made it more perfect, he said.
She nodded. "I know. Perhaps soon I can do this without any other thought but for this moment, this is perfection.
He kissed her and she tasted her sweat once more and that sweetness which was from the depths of her body.
But even as he remained within her and held himself just inches away from her chest, the fierce wild thing in the pit of her stomach began to wriggle around. She fought for her next breath and the next.
"Please, she whispered.
He seemed to collapse within himself, though he did not fall on her. His head dipped forward and in a smooth movement he withdrew himself. But at the last second her body seemed to cling to him, very low and tight. She met his gaze. She was startled that she clung.
His brows rose. "Gauri?
She shook her head, trying to ignore the swirling in the pit of her stomach. "I...I. She covered her face with her hands.
He completed his withdrawal and folded a soft cloth into his hands and pressed it gently between her legs. She was wet, drenched and quivering.
This gesture, so normal, so absurdly normal had a strange calming effect on her and she chuckled softly. "Thank you, she murmured. She did not know how messy and how embarrassing sex could be and yet as she met his gaze, she saw only tenderness.
With the climax gone, she looked at him, his flushed complexion, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, his throat, his chest, his eyes very bright and his unusually perfect hair hanging about his shoulders.
"You look like...a god, something out of mythology. I swear it. she said tracing his jawline
He chuckled and in the playful manner she'd come to know as uniquely his, he lifted his right arm and flexed his bicep.
The artist even had muscles and she cooed. She lifted up and put her hand on his bicep and squeezed. A wave of coffee scent flowed over her. She breathed in and her eyes closed. Desire once more swirled over her as though she hadn't just had the first intercourse of her life.
But this felt weird. She sat up the rest of the way. She was suddenly aware how she was wearing nothing just like him and that the room was cool. She covered her chest with her arms. Different kind of feelings and questions poked her heart about what will hw think of her body?
He held out his arm and a moment later another blanket appeared. He wrapped her up so that she felt warm and safe. He held the front together with his hands.
He was a very attentive man, in every respect, and her heart reached for him, an almost physical leap in his direction. Would it be so very bad to make a life with this man?
Could she? Could she give herself to him?
She didn't know. The truth was, she hadn't expected to go even this far. But her god had helped her to have faith in her husband and in that release, some of her resistance had worked to fall.
This she could do, making love to Omkara.
"Now, she said, scooting to the edge of the table and sliding to her feet. "I want to see you in bed. No, stop that. Asleep. I want you to sleep.
A sigh flowed out of his chest. "I think I could, if you were with me.
She nodded. She knew what the last three weeks had cost him trying to fight with Kali and saving her into marriage and this she could give him, just a little peace of mind so that he could sleep.
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