💌 Easy now, my sinners…

Peace has a sound.
So does the past.

Some knocks don’t demand to be heard—
they simply arrive.

Read gently.
Something is already on its way.

Welcome to Chapter 93. 💋📖

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✨ Chapter 93: When the Past Knocks Softly

Months passed.
Not in dramatic leaps—but in small, ordinary victories that went unnoticed unless one was looking closely.

Meenal’s belly began to show a gentle curve that no longer hid behind loose pallus or careful posture. The haveli adjusted around her without announcement—extra cushions placed silently, warm milk arriving before she asked, and footsteps slowing when she passed.

Life continued.

Rajveer woke earlier now—not to patrol the corridors, but to sit beside her as she drank her morning tea from the silver cup that had been his mother's once.

Sometimes in silence. Sometimes with questions he never would have asked before.

“Does it hurt?”
“Are you tired?”
“Should we walk a little today?”