Author's POV:
Vaanika stepped into the house, holding her daughter tightly against her. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, a hush fell over the room. Relief surged in the hearts of those waiting—relief that quickly curdled into quiet horror as their eyes landed on Vedh. The bruises and scratches on her small, delicate frame spoke louder than any words. Each mark was a silent scream, an accusation, a promise that whoever had done this would not go unpunished.
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