Golden rays of the morning sun slipped through the carved windows of the haveli, painting soft patterns on the floor. Birds chirped melodiously outside, and the aroma of fresh flowers wafted in the air. But within the grand Raghuvanshi estate, a storm was silently brewing—unseen, unheard.

Upstairs, in one of the guest rooms, Ananya lay fast asleep. Her serene face held a peaceful smile, her arms wrapped around a pillow as though it were her safe haven. Her long hair spilled like silk across the mattress, and her delicate breathing matched the rhythm of her dreams—dreams that knew nothing of the heartbreak waiting to tear through her heart like a sudden monsoon storm.