The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the sprawling grounds of the Haveli. Naisha, her heart racing, hurried to finish her chores before the owner, Abhishek Singh, returned from his meetings with the village elders. She had learned to anticipate his moods, and today, an unshakable sense of foreboding hung in the air, thickening her breath.

As she scrubbed the marble floors, the memories of their last encounter flooded her mind. Abhishek’s intense gaze, the way he had whispered her name, and the promises that lingered in the space between them. Naisha often found herself at the crossroads of desire and fear; she was drawn to him despite the age difference, and yet, the power he wielded over her haunted her thoughts.