
The Haveli was no longer the silent fortress of a stoic Sarpanch; it was a playground. Aarvi Singh, just barely a year old, was already the undisputed ruler of the household. With her fatherโs dark, piercing eyes and her motherโs stubborn streak, she had the entire villageโand especially Vikramโwrapped around her tiny, henna-stained fingers.
Vikram, the man who once commanded silence with a single glance, could now be found crawling on the Persian rugs of the master suite, letting Aarvi "ride" on his back while she squealed with delight, clutching his khadi kurta.



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