The room was bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of the moonlight, casting long, dancing shadows across the luxurious chamber. The silence, usually filled with the heavy weight of their forbidden love, was now serene.

Priya was sleeping, her body completely relaxed, sprawled across the large bed. The silk sheets, a cool embrace against her skin, offered no restraint. She slept naked, a habit born of a growing comfort in her body and in the presence of Saatvik, and a subconscious act of rebellion against the stifling propriety of the haveli. The small, now-familiar bump of her five-month pregnancy was visible beneath her skin, a testament to the life she carried and the secret she fiercely guarded.