Hours later, Ragini stirred, her head pounding. She opened her eyes to see hell. The once-grand Rawat Mansion was unrecognizable. The walls were cracked, blood smeared across the marble floors. Broken glass littered every inch of the ground. The chandeliers hung crooked, as though the house itself had given up its will to stand.
Bodies lay scattered-guards, servants-people who had served their family for years. Some were still, others groaned faintly, clinging to life.
Ragini gasped, her heart stopping as her eyes landed on Rahul and her father mother her sisters. Her baby boy lay unconscious near the staircase, surrounded by debris.
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