The next morning, the Shekhavat mansion was wrapped in a peaceful silence, interrupted only by the occasional rustling of curtains as a soft breeze drifted through the open balcony doors. The golden sunlight bathed the living hall in warmth, making the plush sofas and marble floors gleam.

Aarohi sat curled up on the couch, Veer beside her, his attention fixed on his laptop. His sharp, chiseled features remained impassive as he scrolled through documents, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard. The only sound was the faint clicking of keys.