Sanjay sat back in his chair, fingers drumming lightly against the polished wood. His mind was restless, refusing to let go of the sight he had witnessed-Guru and Avni, sitting in that jeep, laughing together as if the weight of the world didn't exist. It gnawed at him. Something was shifting, something dangerous. His instincts screamed it, and Sanjay had never been the man to ignore his instincts.

His sharp eyes snapped open as the door creaked. There, kneeling at his feet, was Sahil. His son. The sight startled him-not because Sahil was broken, but because of the way he clutched at his hand, weeping desperately, just like he had done as a child whenever he sought protection.