Part 2
Vanya stood at the edge where, her eyes vacant but strong, her spirit bruised but not broken. She was leaving. Not out of defeat, but dignity.
Suhasini stood firm beside her, a storm of womanhood cloaked in grace. “You’re asking me if I want you to accept all this?” Suhasini’s voice was low, but it held the weight of generations of suppressed screams.
Vanya didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. Her silence was enough.
Suhasini stepped closer, resting a trembling hand on Vanya’s shoulder. “Then no. Because a woman can’t watch another woman shatter like this.”
The old chandelier above trembled slightly with the weight of the moment.
“If Rivaan Kapoor is my son,” Suhasini said, her voice echoing in the hall like a verdict, “then you, Vanya, are my daughter. And as a mother not a mo
