The Mehrotra mansion was bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun. The warmth of the golden rays seeped through the large bay windows of Reyansh’s study, casting long shadows on the polished wooden floor. Reyansh sat behind his desk, his fingers drumming lightly against its surface, as thoughts of the morning’s discussion swirled in his mind. For the first time, he had glimpsed a spark of acceptance in Akash Oberoi’s eyes—a silent nod that suggested hope, however faint, for a future where Nayra’s dreams might be honored.

A soft knock at his office door broke his reverie. Reyansh looked up to see Nayra standing there. Dressed in a simple yet elegant ivory kurta, she exuded a quiet determination mixed with a trace of apprehension.