The first light of dawn slowly crept over the rolling hills of Mahabaleshwar, casting a faint bluish hue across the sprawling estate. It was just past 4 a.m., and the world was in that in-between stillness-not quite night, not yet morning.
Daksh's farmhouse sat on a secluded hilltop-surrounded by thick trees, mist-covered trails, and wild silence that seemed to hold its breath with the rising sun.



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