Breathing steady now, my sinners?

Because tonight… the storm didn’t roar—it unmasked. 🌙

Rajveer didn’t fight his fear.
He exposed it.
Quiet. Raw. Human.

And Meenal?
She didn’t chase the anger—
she held the man beneath it.

So tell me—

😈 What’s harder… letting go of the past,
or letting someone see the fractures it left behind?

Step softly.
Healing cuts too.

*****

✨ Chapter 88: Where Healing Begins

The corridor was quiet now.

Too quiet.

Only the soft rustle of Meenal’s sari and the uneven thud of Rajveer’s breaths filled the stillness.

He stood with his forehead resting lightly against hers, their hands intertwined over the tiny swell of her belly.

For the first time in years, he wasn’t the Thakur.

He was just a man—frightened, exhausted.

A man finally allowing someone to hold part of his burden.