Thakur Ratnesh couldn't quite comprehend what had led him to this point. Standing before the weathered, broken wooden door of Rajni's home, he felt a wave of unease ripple through him. His fingers clenched into a fist, hovering mid-air, hesitating to knock.

The decision to visit Rajni's father wasn't premeditated. It had been gnawing at him all night, an inexplicable restlessness that refused to let him sleep. He didn't understand why the thought of her had consumed him so utterly, why her face kept resurfacing in his mind like an indelible mark etched into his consciousness.