The next morning inside the Raichand Mansion, everything was quiet and calm, as if the entire house had finally settled after the long and tense night. Soft sunlight was slowly slipping through the curtains, spreading a warm glow across the room where Prisha was resting. Her condition had improved compared to the previous night; the stomach cramps were still there, but much lighter now, reduced to a faint discomfort instead of sharp pain. Shivansh had stayed awake and attentive almost the entire night, silently taking care of her without making it obvious, making sure she was comfortable at every moment. Meanwhile, the rest of the family had already returned home, and by morning, the mansion had gone back to its usual peaceful rhythm.