(⚠ Mature content. Explicit themes. Emotional conflict. Read with discretion.)

The Siddiqui-Khan haveli stood like a rotting empire, regal and ruined. Time had peeled away its grandeur, left behind broken arches that wept in monsoon rains and courtyards overrun by weeds that coiled like serpents through fractured stone. The air reeked of mildew, earth, and betrayal—memories steeped into the very mortar. Each breath in that place tasted of dust and old grudges.