Two weeks had passed, and the atmosphere in the haveli had undergone a dramatic shift. The storm of Shashwat's rage had subsided, leaving behind a fragile peace. Rani, with the help of the Vaidh Ji and the tender ministrations of the other servants, had recovered from her physical wounds, though the scars of her trauma ran deep within her heart.

Shashwat, true to his word, had given her space, had kept his distance. He saw her, cared for her, ensured her comfort, but he did not touch her. He was wrestling with his demons, grappling with the guilt and shame that had consumed him. He was attempting to make amends, not just through words, but through actions.