Later that night, the Rathore mansion had finally settled into silence.
The rain had long stopped, leaving behind a cool, earthy scent that drifted through open windows. The house, once echoing with tiny tantrums and worried voices, now felt calm - the kind of calm that follows after a storm of love.
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