A week later, life gradually returned to its usual rhythm in Banaras. The wedding celebrations had faded into fond memories, and with them, the days grew quieter, slower.

It was a serene Sunday morning. The soft sunlight filtered through the trees in the garden, and Katha walked barefoot on the damp grass, her arms wrapped around herself, eyes gazing up at the sky. She looked peaceful… but her thoughts were far from it.