Vansh was sitting in the hall, deeply focused on his laptop, typing something important for work. His face was serious, eyes fixed on the screen. Just then, the main gate opened, and the sound of cheerful voices filled the house. His elder uncle, aunt, sister, her husband, their son, and little Aanya — his four-year-old niece — all walked in together. Return from London.

Aanya spotted Vansh the moment she entered. Her eyes lit up, and she ran straight to him with her tiny steps. “Mamu!” she squealed happily and climbed right into his lap without waiting for permission. “Did you miss me?” she asked, her big eyes full of hope.