TSB-CH 2 🔞🔞

Mon, 02 Mar 2026 21:35:39 +0000

Fifteen years passed in Vanshgaon like the turning of a water wheel—steady, cyclical, nourishing. The boy Ishin had grown into the man who now stood as **Mukhiya**, his father having joined the ancestors two monsoons prior. At twenty-three, his authority was not loud but absolute, carried in the stillness of his posture, the measured weight of his words, and the sharp, assessing clarity of his dark eyes. He wore his responsibility like his simple white kurta—unadorned, immaculate, a symbol of pure function.