💌 Easy now, my sinners…

This chapter isn’t about fixing what broke.
It’s about sitting with what remains.

Read slowly.
Some peace doesn’t arrive loudly—it settles.

Welcome to Chapter 91. 😈📖

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✨ Chapter 91: When the Haveli Finally Exhaled

The haveli slept that night.

Not the restless kind filled with whispers and pacing shadows—

but a deep, uneasy quiet,

like a body finally giving in after holding its breath too long.

Oil lamps burned low along the corridors. Doors were shut. Even the neem leaves outside stirred gently, as if mindful not to disturb the fragile peace that had settled within the walls.

Meenal closed the door to their room softly.

Too softly.

As if any loud sound might undo what had just begun.

Rajveer stood near the window, his silhouette outlined against the faint silver of moonlight. His shoulders—usually rigid, armored—were looser now. Not relaxed. But no longer braced for war.

For the first time in years, he was not listening for footsteps.

He was simply… standing.

Meenal watched him for a moment before speaking.

“Everyone is asleep,” she said quietly, tucking Arun under the blanket.