The Rathore mansion had settled into a new rhythm.
It had been two days since the mandir wedding. Aadhya had moved in, quietly adjusting to her new life. The room she now shared with Rudra was spacious yet emotionally sterile, divided not by walls but by silence and unspoken boundaries. Rudra's side of the bed remained untouched by warmth, his presence distant except when it came to Ivaan.
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