Inside the grand Haveli, the brief encounter in the courtyard was quickly pushed aside. Veer had far too many heavy responsibilities on his shoulders to spend his time dwelling on a simple village girl. As the Thakur Zamindar and the Sarpanch, his afternoon was immediately consumed by intense meetings with the village elders and his father.

They sat in the formal hall, discussing the rising political rivalry from the neighboring district and ensuring the security forces were tightly managing the crowds for the ongoing monsoon folk festival. For a powerful man like Veer, the tiny silver bracelet resting deep inside his pocket was just a minor curiosity, easily forgotten amidst the weight of running the entire estate and protecting his family honor.