Author pov
The haveli that had seen storms of conflict and rivers of tears for years finally breathed, just for a fleeting evening, with laughter that made its ancient walls echo. For years, its corridors had trembled under Kamla Devi’s harsh commands, under the silent sobs of Siya, and under the constant tension between duty and affection. But tonight, there was a different warmth in the air.
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