On the night of the harvest festival, with the entire village gathered, Meera stood tall before the river. She began the Naati dance, the circle of joy that had bound Himachalis to their gods for centuries. Arjun joined, then the women, then the men — until the whole village danced together, stamping their feet in rhythm, singing of freedom and truth.
As the drums echoed through the valley, the river flowed calmly, quietly — no anger, no hunger. Only peace. The myth was broken.