In the weeks that followed the midnight rehearsals, a quiet excitement began to permeate the air around Nayra. Even as the routine of family obligations and business meetings continued unabated, whispers of a hidden talent started to ripple through the corridors of both the Oberoi and Mehrotra households. It was as if every secret note she played in the silent hours had reached out to those who needed to hear it.

One brisk afternoon, during a brief lull in the day’s activities, a cousin from the Oberoi side, Priya, found herself wandering near the modest community hall where small cultural events were sometimes held. Drawn by the soft strains of music emanating from behind a slightly ajar door, she paused in curiosity. There, in a quiet corner of the hall, she saw Nayra seated with her guitar, her eyes closed as she lost herself in an impassioned solo. The melody was different from anything Priya had ever heard—a seamless blend of traditional notes and a modern cadence that spoke directly to the heart.