The sun pierced through the heavy curtains of the Thakur haveli, casting long shadows across the marble floors as dawn broke over the village.
The night had been a storm of fury and forbidden ecstasy, but now the air hung heavy with silence, broken only by distant sobs echoing from the courtyard.
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