PART 9: WHEN GUILT RETURNS – A LETTER FROM THE PASTThe past has a strange way of knocking—quiet, uninvited, and always at the wrong moment.

It had been over six months since the birth of Rudhita and Rudhransh. Life had settled into a comfortable rhythm. The family was thriving, the school was growing, and the village had started to speak Bondita’s and Anirudh’s names with reverence.

But guilt, like a shadow at dusk, returned when least expected.