THIRD POV :

The sun had barely begun to climb over the towering walls of the Haveli when Meerhan returned from the Dera. Something had required his iron-fisted intervention in the village fields before dawn, and he looked every bit the weary predator his black shalwar kameez was dusted with the earth of his lands, his sleeves were rolled up to reveal muscular forearms, and his aqua-blue eyes remained sharp with lingering adrenaline.