CHAPTER - 9

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Seven days had passed in a quiet rhythm that neither Neel nor Priyal spoke about, yet both felt in ways they couldn’t explain. The Shekhawat house no longer felt unknown to Priyal. The long corridors had started to recognize her footsteps, the marble floors no longer felt cold beneath her feet, and the silence of the house had begun to carry familiarity instead of distance. The kitchen had started responding to her touch, the staff now looked at her for instructions instead of waiting for someone else, and the people—slowly, gently—had made space for her without forcing it.