Vivaan frowned. “But Sita didn’t fight with bows and arrows,” he said, walking close beside Kiran.

Kiran squeezed his shoulder. “No,” she said, “but many families remember her for a different kind of strength.” She added, “She stayed brave in fear, held onto the truth, and did not let cruelty change who she was.”

Vivaan thought about that while Kavya bumped his knee with her doll. The fair still thumped and chattered around him, but now the story felt bigger than one flying arrow.