Day 7
The first subtle glow of dawn seeped through the heavy silk curtains, casting long, soft shadows across the expansive guest room where Shreya lay. It was a room drenched in quiet luxury; walls painted a soothing shade of muted blue, punctuated by hand-carved wooden moldings. The polished floor gleamed faintly beneath plush Persian rugs, their intricate patterns absorbing the morning’s delicate light. A tall bookshelf, lined with solemn tomes whose spines spoke of distant worlds, stood guard by the door, and the faint fragrance of jasmine drifted in the air, carried gently from the sprawling garden outside.
But for Shreya, the room was a gilded cage, filled with dread and memories no beauty could erase.
She stirred slowly, eyelids fluttering as thick exhaustion wrestled with restle
