Two days had passed since Ishani’s therapy sessions began—quiet, private hours that she and Virat guarded fiercely. The Rawats and Sinhas remained blissfully unaware; Virat had made sure of it. He wasn’t ready to let Ajay Sinha anywhere near this fragile healing process—not after what the blood reports and the whispers from Bahadur had already confirmed.

Meanwhile, in the shadowed opulence of Ajay Sinha’s Lutyens bungalow, the air was thick with rage.