The clock strikes midnight. The Rawat Mansion is silent. The world outside is asleep, the streets empty, the air heavy with the quietness that only midnight can hold. But inside one room, sleep has no place

A dim yellow lamp glows softly on the side table, spreading its light like a quiet witness to secrets too heavy to be spoken aloud. On the bed sits Devaki, her saree wrapped around her with an elegance that time has never managed to steal from her