Three weeks had passed since the night Kabir had surrendered his heart to the quiet starlight of the left-wing suite.

Today, a strange, unprecedented atmosphere had descended upon the Rathore mansion. It wasn't the suffocating, tragic silence of a hospital ICU, nor was it the ominous, breath-holding silence of a Daku Mangal Singh raid before the rifles start firing.
It was a peaceful, sun-dappled quiet-the kind of stillness that usually signals a storm of absolute, unfiltered chaos brewing just beneath the surface.