The Thakur mansion was alive that evening — a swirl of light, laughter, and happiness.
Every wall glowed with gold drapes and jasmine garlands. The air smelled of sandalwood and rose petals. It was Gatha’s baby shower, and everyone had gathered to celebrate the joy that had finally returned to their home.

Vikrant stood quietly in one corner, smiling for the first time in years. His eyes shone with pride — he was going to be a grandfather.
Rewa, on the other hand, was restless. Her heart fluttered with mixed emotions. She was happy for her son, yet anxious — because to enjoy this moment, she had to stand beside the man she had hated and distanced herself from for half her life.