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Fri, 14 Aug 2026 22:22:40 +0000

The afternoon sun cast long, amber slants across the heavy velvet curtains of the Rathore master suite, filtering into a quiet filled only with the faint hum of the central climate control. Shivanya lay curled deep within the plush mattress, trapped in the heavy, narcotic haze of the prescribed anxiolytics. The medication dragged her consciousness down into a sluggish, groggy twilight, numbing the sharp edges of her perpetual panic.