Veer's POV
We returned to Rajgarh after the victory, Ravi and I riding through the marketplace side by side. The war dust was still clinging to our clothes, the smell of steel and sweat not yet washed from our skin. Rajgarh was alive—crowds lined the streets, voices rising in chants of victory, flowers thrown at our feet. Drums beat somewhere far away, steady and loud, but I barely heard them. I was used to noise. War teaches you how to shut the world out.
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