It was past midnight when Kartik’s jeep rolled to a stop at the Rathore haveli. The massive iron gates groaned open, the headlights slicing through the courtyard’s silence.
Inside the vehicle, Naira sat like stone—her body stiff, her face blank, her eyes hollow. She hadn’t moved a single inch since they left the temple, not a word, not a sob. Nothing. Just silence, heavier than any scream could have been.
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