The small, cozy apartment was filled with the warm, comforting aroma of home-cooked spices—a stark contrast to the cold, sterile hallways of Viceroy Elite. Shraddha wiped her hands on her apron, her face glowing with the kind of maternal love that could heal any wound.

When the bell rang, Shraddha’s heart did a little dance. "My Ishu is home!" she called out, rushing to the door. As soon as it swung open, she pulled her daughter into a tight embrace.