Vanshika noticed Vikrant standing quietly in the corner, lost in his own thoughts. Something about his silence didn’t feel normal to her, so she slowly walked toward him, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor of the Raichand mansion’s grand hall. The atmosphere was lively laughter, music, and the faint hum of conversations filled the air yet Vikrant stood apart, looking detached from it all.

She stopped beside him and spoke gently, “Hey…”