The next day brings a fresh beginning. The morning sun streams into the house, warm and bright as everyone gathers at the dining table for breakfast. The air is lighter, the silence of yesterday replaced by the soft clinking of spoons and occasional laughter. They talk about little things- memories from childhood, food preferences, jokes whispered between cousins. But not a single word is spoken about what happened yesterday. There is no need. The monsters of the past have no place at this table anymore.

Varenya and Adwait are introduced to their aunts and cousins. It’s a little awkward at first. Nervous smiles, hesitant words but within minutes, the warmth in the room melts the stiffness. Kanonbala wastes no time in pulling them into her embrace. She doesn’t miss a chance to pamper her grandchildren, even the Rathores, treating them as if they have always been part of the family.