A sharp, heart-wrenching cry shattered the stillness of the grand haveli, sending a ripple of alarm through its vast halls. The maids, who had been diligently engrossed in their chores, froze at the sudden sound. Abandoning their tasks mid-motion, they exchanged quick glances before rushing toward the source—the chamber of the haveli’s young heir.
At the threshold, they hesitated, their breaths held in quiet concern. The senior-most maid, a woman of calm authority and gentle hands, stepped forward, pushing open the ornate wooden door. Inside, the three-year-old boy sat on the large, canopied bed, his small body trembling as sobs wracked his tiny frame. His tear-streaked face was flushed, his little fists clenching the silk sheets in distress.
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