The morning air inside shekhwat Mansion is heavy. Silence looms in the kitchen, broken only by the soft clinks of utensils being arranged. The same maid who had once witnessed Adhira and Adhiraj in an awkward moment bends down, carefully wiping the lower cabinets, humming quietly under her breath to ease her nerves

Suddenly, she feels something....A presence. She looks up slowly only to freeze. Adhira is standing there… dressed in a simple cotton kurti, her long hair damp from the shower, strands clinging to her cheek