I don’t know when everything started shifting again. Maybe it was when the air finally felt lighter after the investigation ended. Maybe it was when I noticed mom smiling a little more… when Vivek bhai finally started sleeping without medication… when I looked at myself in the mirror and didn't see just a sister of a falsely accused, but someone trying to rebuild.

The murmurs started small — mom checking kundali charts as if it was casual, and Vivek bhai teasing me without using names. At first, I brushed it off.