Fifteen years later, their daughter ran through the house like a storm.
Her name was Megh.
Neera chose it.
"You don't erase memories," she had said.
"You give them beauty."
Whenever it rained, Megh dragged her father to the rooftop. Arnav never refused.
Neera watched from the doorway, smiling at the life they had built — a home where love wasn't threatened by history.
It grew around it.