Aarohi's POV
Today is the death anniversary of my younger brother, and because of that, the entire palace has been wrapped in an unnatural silence. It is not the kind of peace that soothes the heart, but the kind that weighs heavily on the chest. The corridors that are usually filled with footsteps and voices feel hollow, as if the walls themselves are mourning. Only the low, rhythmic chanting of the priests drifts through the palace, echoing again and again, reminding us of the loss we have learned to live with, but never truly accepted.
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