The palace is silent, cloaked in the heavy exhaustion of the day's events. Everyone has retired for the night but sleep does not come easy. They ate dinner together yet none could swallow more than a few bites. The weight of what happened still lingers like an unshakable shadow. But while the rest of the household has succumbed to restless slumber, two figures remain awake.

Shivansh strides through the garden, his earphones plugged in as slow music filling the spaces where peace should have been. The cool night air brushes against his skin but it does nothing to ease the turmoil inside him. His muscles remain tense, his mind restless. Adwait called earlier, confirming the plan's success but the news hasn't settled the unease in his chest. Because while they know the rift between them is just an illusion, their enemies do not. And that's what makes this moment dangerous.