In the days following her newfound inner awakening, subtle currents began to ripple through Reyansh’s carefully constructed world. The change was not loud or dramatic—it was a soft, almost imperceptible tide that shifted the boundaries of his long-held convictions. Late one afternoon, after a particularly reflective family meeting that hinted at a willingness to embrace new ideas, Reyansh stepped out into the sprawling garden of the Mehrotra estate.

The garden was bathed in the mellow glow of the setting sun. Vibrant bougainvillea, neatly trimmed hedges, and the gentle murmur of a small fountain created a sanctuary away from the rigidity of boardroom negotiations and business schedules. As he walked slowly along the winding paths, Reyansh’s mind churned with memories of the recent conversations with Nayra—her quiet declarations of determination and the spark in her eyes when she spoke of her music.