A week after the devastating revelation that shattered the Roy household, life had settled into a cold, painful routine. The once-vibrant home, filled with laughter, passion, and the warmth of Ishani’s presence, now felt like a beautifully decorated tomb. Ishani moved through her days like a ghost—silent, efficient, her focus narrowed entirely to Aria and Drey, the children she loved with every fractured piece of her heart. They were her salvation, her purpose, the only pure thing left in her world.

One quiet morning, as Ishani sat in the nursery folding the twins’ tiny clothes, her phone buzzed on the table. The caller ID showed the university she had applied to long before Virat’s accident, in those distant days when she still dreamed of completing her M.A. in Literature. Her heart skipped as she answered.