The first light of dawn barely penetrated the heavy curtains of Rathore Palace. Saanvi sat on the edge of her bed, the crimson veil draped loosely over her shoulders like a silent sentinel. Her fingers traced the folds of fabric, feeling the lingering weight of the last confrontation. Kabir’s shadow still loomed somewhere, a predator waiting in silence, but for the first time, she felt something she hadn’t felt in years: clarity.
Advay had left her room earlier to check the perimeter and ensure there were no lingering threats. She remained alone for a few precious moments — alone with her thoughts, alone with the storm of memories that haunted her every step.
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