Author’s POV

After the incident, Trishika quietly made her way toward the study. The heavy silence of the corridor wrapped around her, pressing against her chest with every step she took. Tomorrow, she had to begin her official work, but tonight her mind refused to obey the demands of discipline. Every corner of the house seemed to whisper reminders of her reality, every breath carried the weight of memories—memories of her so-called husband, of the countless ways he had unsettled her heart. She wanted to bury them deep, yet they lingered, raw and uninvited.