Part 1
The marble floors echoed with the sharp click of Rivaan Kapoor’s polished shoes. His voice thundered through the hall, sharp and cold like a blade drawn in anger.
"Where are they? Get the staff here. Now!"
The servants scrambled into the corridor, heads bowed in fear. Rivaan barely looked at them. His jaw clenched, his mind raging with ghosts he couldn’t exorcise.
But elsewhere, across the city, an unexpected visitor stepped through the doorway of Meera’s modest home.
Vanya Kapoor froze mid-step, the tray of tea trembling in her grip.
“Suhasini Taneja?” Her voice was low, unsure. “What are you doing here?”
Meera stiffened, arms folded tightly across her chest. “There’s nothing left to talk about.”
But Suhasini, once regal, now weathered by pain and regret, stepped forward.
