Morning dawned upon the opulent estate of the House of Shahidi, suffusing the tranquil gardens and regal architecture with a gentle, golden hue. The sprawling grounds exuded an air of serenity, untouched by the turmoil brewing within the heart of its mistress. Raavi awoke in her chamber, her slumber disrupted by restless dreams that lingered like a shroud upon her awakening. Each movement was a reminder of the tension coiled within her, a weight she carried as she rose from her bed, her body protesting against the stiffness accumulated from the night's unrest.
As she stood, the cool touch of the chamber's marble floor against her bare feet served as a grounding force, anchoring her in the present moment amidst the tempest of her thoughts. Raavi's gaze swept across the room, taking in the
