Sharvani stood exactly where she was, completely oblivious to the invisible hierarchy that governed the household. The elderly woman's voice still echoed in her ears, and what puzzled her more than the scolding itself was the effect it had on everyone around her. Conversations had vanished in an instant. Even the children who had been whispering and giggling moments ago now stood quietly beside their mothers. The courtyard, bustling only seconds earlier, had fallen into such complete silence that she could hear the leaves of the banyan tree rustling in the morning breeze.
She slowly turned her head toward Varsha; the younger girl's cheerful face had disappeared entirely. Her shoulders had stiffened, and her eyes remained fixed somewhere on the ground, as though she desperately wished to become invisible.


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