Two months had flown by. The relentless Mumbai monsoon had arrived, painting the city in shades of grey and washing the world clean. But for Amyra, the world had never been more colorful.

She was now seven months pregnant, her belly a beautiful, round testament to Aman’s obsessive love. The "haveli" (mansion) felt less like a cage and more like a fortress of warmth. The reason for this shift was twofold: Aman’s terrifyingly fierce, yet increasingly gentle devotion, and the constant, vibrant presence of Zoya.