11. A New Lead

Sun, 21 Sep 2025 07:53:13 +0000

The morning was drenched in soft sunlight. Dew still clung lazily to the leaves in the Chauhans’ balcony garden, where I had retreated for a slice of silence. Out here, there were no hushed gossiping voices, no Priyanka hovering with endless chatter about neighbors or ceremonies. Just me, the green blush of hibiscus and jasmine, and the faint scent of damp earth. 🌿✨