The moonlight spilled into the Rathore mansion, casting soft shadows that danced along the walls. Kashish sat on the edge of her small cot, her heart racing as she replayed the events of the evening in her mind. The warmth of Agastya’s lips lingered on hers, the thrill of Ranvijay’s playful teasing still echoing in her ears. Yet, beneath the excitement, a storm brewed within her—a tumult of emotions and fears.

The next morning, the sun rose over the village, illuminating the Rathore household bustling with activity. Rachna was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, her voice carrying through the corridors as she called for her sons. Kashish, still feeling the weight of her unexpected agreement, moved through her chores with a distracted mind. She knew she had to face Agastya and Ranvijay again soon, and the thought filled her with both anticipation and dread.