The sun was beginning its descent over Jaisalmer, painting the sky in shades of molten gold and deep orange. The desert wind carried the scent of sand and distant rain, a rare promise in the arid land. The golden city glittered like a jewel in the fading light, its ancient forts and havelis catching the last rays of the sun. The evening was perfect, serene, beautiful, peaceful.

Kynat sat in the back of the black luxury car, her burned hand resting carefully in her lap. Vaishali sat beside her, humming softly, her eyes closed, a peaceful smile on her face. The charity visit had been overwhelming but in the best way.