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The elevator doors close, and the rhythmic hum of the machinery fades away, leaving Drishya standing in the quiet foyer with a heartbeat that refuses to slow down. She presses her back against the cool wall, staring at the descending floor numbers, a helpless, radiant smile spreading across her face.

​She walks back into the apartment, gently closing the main door behind her.

​Nisha: (Setting the empty glasses on the kitchen counter, looking at Drishya with a thoroughly knowing, maternal smirk) "Toh... Chief Guest khud meri beti ko drop karne aaye hain? Aur upar se itne tameezdaar hain ki mere pair bhee chhuye. Arvind toh sach keh rahe thhe, Advait jaisa ladka aaj kal ke zamane me milna mushkil hai."

​Drishya: (Blushing instantly, trying to sound casual as she picks up her trophy) "Mummy, please... Woh toh bas raste me dhoop kaafi thi, isliye unhone lift offer kar di. He was just being polite."

​Nisha: (Laughing softly, walking over to gently pinch Drishya’s pink cheek) "Haan-haan, hume toh sab samajh aata hai, Drishya. Jo ladka har din ek-ek minute ke liye corporate meetings me ladta hai, woh sirf 'politeness' ke liye Bandra ka traffic jhelkar nahi aayega. Chal, jaldi se change kar le, aur thoda aaram kar."

​Drishya quickly escapes to her room to hide her deepening blush. She sets her shiny silver trophy right on her study table, next to her heavy psychology textbooks. She changes into a comfortable white cotton kurti, untying her hair and letting it breathe.

​Just as she plops down onto her bed, her phone vibrates in her palm.

​Her breath catches. She slides the screen open. It’s a text from him—exactly twenty-five minutes after he left, proving he texted the absolute second his car pulled into his office driveway.

​Advait: "Reached office. Back to the iron fortress. The text is sent on time, keeping my discipline intact. Hope you are resting."

​Drishya curls her legs up, clutching a pillow to her chest, her eyes sparkling as she types back.

​Drishya: "Very impressive, Mr. CEO. 10/10 for execution. Mummy aapke nimbu paani aur tameez ki abhi tak tareef kar rahi hain. Aapne toh unhe poora apna fan bana diya."

​Miles away, in his high-rise office at Nariman Point, Advait is sitting at his desk. Ms. Kapoor is standing across from him with a stack of urgent shipping files, but the ruthless tycoon isn't looking at the dockets. He is staring at his phone, a rare, incredibly soft smile on his lips as he reads her reply.

​He quickly types back:

​Advait: "I believe in securing partnerships from all angles, Drishya. Have a good evening. I'll call you tonight. If that doesn't get me blocked."

​Drishya reads the text and laughs softly, a flutter of pure excitement dancing in her stomach. He is going to call tonight.

​### 9:30 PM: The Singhania Mansion

​The evening dinner at the Singhania house is a loud affair today. The news of Advait dropping Drishya home has somehow traveled faster than light, courtesy of a few subtle phone calls between Renuka and Nisha.

​Kabir: (Leaning across the table, nudging Advait with his elbow) "Bhai, maine suna hai ki aaj St. Xavier’s ke baare me aapka 'business focus' thoda badal gaya thha? Dropping the partner's daughter all the way to Bandra in peak afternoon traffic? Wow."

​Ananya: (Gasping, clapping her hands) "Kya?! Bhai aap Drishya di ke ghar gaye thhe? Mujhe kyun nahi bataya! Main bhi chalti!"

​Renuka: (Smiling beautifully, placing a hot roti on Advait’s plate) "Haan, Advait. Nisha ka phone aaya thha, keh rahi thi tumne unke hath ke snacks bhi khaye aur bohot aaram se baith kar baatein ki. Mujhe bohot achha laga, beta."

​Advait, who is usually quick to shut down Kabir's teasing with a single cold glare, clears his throat and looks down at his plate. His ears are slightly red, a rare sight that doesn't escape Dadaji’s sharp eyes.

​Dadaji: (Chuckling, patting Advait’s shoulder) "Chhedo mat use. Mera pota business me jitna strict hai, parivaar ke rishto ki keemat utni hi achhi tarah jaanta hai. Yash, hume jald hi Arvind aur uske parivaar ko ek aur formal dinner par bulana chahiye, ab toh bache bhi ek doosre ko janne lage hain."

​Yash Singhania: (Nodding with a proud, meaningful smile) "Bilkul, Papaji. Main kal hi Arvind se baat karta hoon."

​Advait silently finishes his dinner, his heart skipping a beat at his grandfather's words. He doesn't counter them. For the first time in his life, he doesn't want to stop his family from planning a future that involves someone else.

​### 11:30 PM: The Night Call

​The mansion is quiet once again. Advait stands on his private bedroom balcony, the cool sea breeze ruffling his dark hair. He is holding his phone, looking at the time. 11:30 PM. Her college schedule must be clear now.

​With a deep breath, he hits the dial button.

​In Bandra, Drishya’s phone lights up on her nightstand. Seeing his name flash across the screen—Advait—her heart gives a sudden, frantic thud. She clears her throat, sitting up against her pillows, and slides to answer.

​Drishya: (Voice soft, carrying a hint of a smile) "Hello, Mr. CEO. Aapka discipline thoda late ho gaya aaj. It’s past 11:30."

​Advait: (His deep, baritone voice echoing through the receiver, sounding incredibly intimate in the quiet of the night) "I had to ensure my family was asleep, Drishya. Varna Kabir aur Ananya line par peek karte. How are you?"

​Drishya: (Softening completely) "Main thik hoon. Aur bohot khush hoon. Aaj ka din... sach me bohot special thha."

​Advait: (Leaning against the balcony railing, looking at the stars, his voice dropping to a low, raw whisper) "Mere liye bhi. Maine pichle ek saal me hazaron corporate events attend kiye hain, par aaj tak mujhe kisi stage par khade hokar itna sukoon nahi mila. Because for the first time, I wasn't just speaking to a crowd. I was speaking to someone who actually sees me."

​Drishya grips her phone tighter, a beautiful warmth spreading through her chest. The strict, unapproachable billionaire was placing his raw vulnerability right into her hands, completely trusting her with it.

​Drishya: (Voice thick with emotion, a gentle smile on her lips) "Aur maine bhi bohot saari speeches di hain, Advait... par aaj tak meri kisi speech ko sunkar kisi ne itna pyaara smile nahi kiya thha. You kept your promise. Aap sach me haste hue bohot acche lagte ho."

​A comfortable, beautiful silence stretches between them through the airwaves—a silence that doesn't feel heavy or awkward, but full of unsaid promises, mutual liking, and the sweet, undeniable beginning of a love story that was bound to change both their worlds forever.

The next morning, the Singhania mansion is awake with its usual disciplined energy. Advait stands before his mirror at 7:30 AM, fastening his silver cufflinks. He feels an unfamiliar lightness in his chest. Today is an important day; Arvind Uncle is visiting the Singhania Headquarters to finalize the initial blueprints for the shipping cargo integration. He quickly heads down, finishes a light breakfast of fruit and oatmeal while reviewing his tablet, and drives out to the office, his mind secretly tracing back to the soft sound of Drishya's voice from their late-night phone call.

### Meanwhile at the Sharma Residence (Bandra)

The bright morning sun streams through the window of Drishya’s room, but the room feels unusually heavy. Drishya is completely buried under her thick duvet, curled into a tight ball. Her breathing is shallow, and small beads of sweat have gathered near her temples, a few damp strands of hair clinging to her pale forehead. The relentless, grueling hours of organizing the summit, running around in the hot sun, and skipping meals had finally caught up with her body.

Nisha enters the room holding a warm cup of almond milk, a cheerful smile on her face.

Nisha: "Drishya, utho beta. 8:30 ho gaye hain. Aaj toh tumhari college ki chhutti—"

Nisha stops mid-sentence as she notices her daughter shivering beneath the blanket despite the morning heat. Setting the cup down on the nightstand, she rushes to the bedside and gently places her palm against Drishya’s forehead.

Nisha gasps, her eyes widening in absolute shock.

Nisha: "Hai Ram! Drishya! Beta, tum toh tap rahi ho!"

Drishya’s skin is burning with a scorching, high fever. Nisha gently shakes her shoulder, her voice laced with panic. Drishya slowly forces her heavy eyelids open, her vision blurry and her throat feeling like sandpaper.

Drishya: (Voice incredibly weak, shivering) "M-mummy... bohot thand lag rahi hai. Mera sir... bohot bhaari hai."

Nisha: (Tears welling up, tucking the blanket tightly around her) "Tum hilna mat, beta. Main abhi Doctor uncle ko phone karti hoon aur tumhare Papa ko bolti hoon."

With trembling hands, Nisha grabs her phone and dials Arvind.

### 9:45 AM: Singhania Headquarters (Boardroom A)

Inside the high-tech corporate boardroom, a massive digital screen displays the logistics timeline. Arvind and Advait are sitting side-by-side, deep in discussion over a set of legal dockets. Advait is in his peak professional element—calm, precise, and authoritative.

Suddenly, Arvind’s phone vibrates aggressively on the glass table. Seeing Nisha’s name, he frowns slightly and excuses himself, picking it up.

Arvind: "Haan Nisha, bolo? Main Advait ke sath meeting me—"

Nisha: (Crying over the phone, her voice frantic) "Arvind! Aap jaldi ghar aaiye! Drishya ko bohot tez bukhar hai. Woh hosh me toh hai par bilkul uth nahi paa rahi, poora jism aag ki tarah tap raha hai. Mujhe bohot darr lag raha hai!"

Arvind’s face instantly drains of all color. He drops his pen, his hand shaking slightly as he stands up from his chair.

Arvind: (Voice cracking with shock) "Kya?! Drishya ko itna tez bukhar? Nisha, tum shant raho, main doctor ko bolta hoon. Main abhi... main abhi nikal raha hoon."

Across the table, Advait’s sharp eyes narrow. The moment he hears the name Drishya and sees the sheer panic on Arvind's face, his corporate composure instantly shatters. His heart takes a violent, terrifying plunge against his ribs. He stands up so fast his leather chair rolls back.

Arvind hangs up the phone, rubbing his forehead in distress, turning to Advait with an apologetic, strained look.

Arvind: "Advait, I am so sorry beta... mujhe yeh meeting yahin chhodni hogi. Hum kisi aur din baithte hain. Meri beti... Drishya ki tabiyat bohot zyada kharab hai. Main abhi ruk nahi sakta."

Advait stands frozen for a split second. The mental image of the bright, laughing, fiercely intelligent girl from yesterday suddenly being helpless and burning with fever makes his chest tighten with an agonizing pain. His protective instincts surge to an absolute peak. He doesn't care about the board meeting, the German delegates, or the multi-million dollar dockets on his desk. Nothing matters right now except her.

Before Arvind can even take a step toward the door, Advait grabs his suit jacket from the chair and steps out from behind his desk, his voice deep, urgent, and leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.

Advait: "Aap akele nahi jaayenge, Arvind Uncle. Main aapke sath chal raha hoon."

Arvind: (Startled, looking at him) "Par Advait... tumhara itna bada project, yeh meeting..."

Advait: (Stepping forward, his dark eyes fierce with a raw, protective determination) "Project wait kar sakta hai, Uncle. Aap is gusse aur tension me gadi nahi chala paayenge. Meri gadi ready hai outside. Hum abhi nikal rahe hain."

Without waiting for another word, Advait strides out of the boardroom, his long, heavy steps radiating a terrifying urgency. Ms. Kapoor tries to hand him a file in the hallway, but he brushes past her without a glance.

Advait: "Cancel all my meetings for the day, Ms. Kapoor. Don't call me unless the building is on fire."

As they head down to the parking lot in the private elevator, Advait grips his car keys so tightly his knuckles turn white. He opens the passenger door for a visibly shaken Arvind and then slides into the driver's seat of his powerful sedan. He starts the engine with a roar, his jaw clenched, his mind fiercely racing through the traffic. The strict, calculated CEO had completely vanished; right now, he was just a man desperate to reach the side of the girl who held his heart.

The powerful sedan cuts through the chaotic Mumbai traffic with aggressive precision. Advait’s hands are gripped tight around the steering wheel, his eyes locked onto the road ahead, his jaw rigid. Beside him, Arvind is constantly on the phone with their family doctor, his voice tight with anxiety.

To anyone else, Advait looks like a statue of intense concentration. But inside, his chest is a battlefield of pure chaos. Just twelve hours ago, he was listening to her soft, melodic laugh through the phone line. The thought of her vibrant, sharp mind being weighed down by a punishing fever makes a dark, unfamiliar panic claw at his throat.

The moment the car screeches to a halt in the driveway of the Sharma residential tower, Advait switches off the ignition and is out of the door before the engine can even sigh. He handles her heavy portfolio bag and keys with an automatic reflex, stepping into the elevator alongside a deeply stressed Arvind.

When Nisha opens the front door, her face is pale and her eyes are rimmed with red.

Nisha: "Arvind! Dr. Mehta abhi nikalne hi wale hain apne clinic se, unhone kaha paani ki patti shuru karo—" She stops, her eyes widening slightly as she notices the towering, imposing figure of Advait stepping into her living room behind her husband, his suit jacket discarded, his shirtsleeves already rolled up to his elbows. "Advait? Beta, tum bhi..."

Advait: (Voice deep, incredibly calm, overriding the panic in the room like a shield) "Pranam, Aunty. Aap rona band kijiye. Main Uncle ke sath hi thha. Aap mujhe bas yeh bataiye ki Drishya kahan hai?"

Nisha: (Pointing weakly toward the hallway) "Apne kamre me... bimar toh woh kal shaam se hi lag rahi thi, par ziddi hai, kuch bataya nahi mujhe."

Advait doesn't wait. Leaving the elders in the living room, he strides down the hallway with long, purposeful steps. He reaches the door of her room, which is cracked open, and pushes it wider.

The sight inside makes his heart violently twist.

The room is dim, the curtains drawn to block out the harsh morning sun. Drishya is huddled under a thick, dark blanket, shivering noticeably. Her skin, usually glowing and radiant, looks flushed and translucent. Her breathing is heavy, her lips dry. She looks so small, so completely vulnerable, a stark contrast to the powerful, sharp-witted girl who had dominated a national stage just yesterday.

Advait steps inside, his heavy leather shoes making no sound on the soft rug. He sits down carefully on the edge of her mattress. The bed dips slightly under his weight.

Advait: (Voice dropping to an incredibly soft, gravelly whisper) "Drishya?"

Hearing that specific, deep baritone, Drishya’s long eyelashes flutter. She slowly, painfully forces her heavy eyes open. Her vision is blurry from the intense heat racing through her veins, but as the image of the tall, dark-haired man in the crisp formal shirt materializes beside her, she blinks in utter disbelief.

Drishya: (Voice barely a raspy whisper, her throat burning) "A-Advait...? Aap... yahan? Main... main koi sapna dekh rahi hoon kya?"

Advait lets out a very low, emotional breath, his heart aching at how weak she sounds. Forgetting all corporate boundaries, all societal rules, and his own rigid discipline, he reaches out. His large, cool hand gently presses against her forehead.

The heat radiating from her skin shocks him. It feels like touching a furnace.

Advait: (His jaw tightening as he feels her temperature, his eyes locking onto hers with a raw, fierce protective warmth) "Sapna nahi hai. Main yahan hoon. Tumhara poora jism tap raha hai, Drishya. Itna tez bukhar lekar tum chupchap baithi hui ho? Kahan gayi tumhari saari psychology aur theories?"

Despite the grueling pain in her head, a tiny, faint smile touches Drishya's dry lips at his familiar, grounding tone. She subconsciously leans her forehead closer into the soothing chill of his palm, finding an instant, profound comfort in his touch.

Drishya: (Whispering, shivering slightly) "Body text... crash ho gaya... Mr. CEO. Execution... fail."

Advait’s chest swells with a sudden, overwhelming surge of affection. Even while burning with a 103-degree fever, she is trying to match his wit. He uses his other hand to gently brush a few damp, stray strands of hair away from her sweaty face, his thumb lingering against her cheekbone for a brief second.

Right then, Nisha enters the room carrying a ceramic bowl of ice-cold water and a clean cotton cloth. Seeing Advait sitting so close, his hand protectively cradling Drishya’s forehead, Nisha pauses. The sheer intensity of the care and anxiety written all over the young billionaire's face tells her everything a mother needs to know.

Nisha: (Voice soft) "Advait beta, main paani ki patti kar deti hoon..."

Advait: (Standing up respectfully, but his eyes never fully leaving Drishya) "Aunty, aap baithiye. Mujhe dijiye, main karta hoon. Uncle bahar doctor se baat kar rahe hain, aap please unhe check kijiye."

Nisha looks at him, touched by his humility and determination, and hands him the bowl before slipping out to join Arvind.

Advait sits back down. He takes the cloth, dips it into the cold water, wrings it out, and folds it precisely. He leans over her. Drishya watches him, her breath hitching slightly despite the fever as his clean, masculine cologne mixes with the scent of the jasmine mist in her room.

He gently places the cold cloth across her burning forehead. Drishya flinches slightly at the sudden cold, a small gasp escaping her lips.

Advait: (Voice lower, incredibly tender, his hand hovering over her temple) "I know it’s cold. Shhh... just close your eyes, Drishya. Main yahin hoon. Main kahin nahi ja raha."

Drishya closes her eyes, a deep sense of safety washing over her. The fierce, untouchable corporate king of India was sitting at her bedside, wringing out water cloths just to soothe her pain. As the cool compress begins to fight the raging heat, Drishya lets out a soft, relaxed sigh, drifting back into a lighter sleep, her hand subconsciously reaching out from under the blanket to lightly touch the edge of his formal shirt.

Advait looks down at her small fingers gripping his fabric. He covers her hand with his own, holding it tight, a silent vow settling in his heart. The boardroom could wait forever; right now, his entire empire was confined to this quiet room, and he wasn't moving an inch until she was safe.

The cold water compresses and the heavy dose of fever medication finally begin to do their job. Within an hour, Drishya’s breathing deepens, turning smooth and even as she slips into a deep, healing sleep. The tight, painful crease between her eyebrows finally softens, and her shivering stops.

Advait sits quietly on the edge of the bed for a few more minutes, his eyes tracking her peaceful face. Only when he is absolutely certain that the fever has started to break does he gently untangle his fingers from her light grip, tucking her hand safely beneath the warm blanket.

He stands up, picking up the water bowl, and steps quietly out of the dim bedroom, closing the door behind him with absolute care.

In the living room, Arvind and Nisha are standing near the dining table, both looking visibly exhausted but immensely relieved. The family doctor had just left after confirming it was a severe viral infection brought on by sheer exhaustion, assuring them that rest and medicine would fix it.

Seeing Advait walk out, Arvind steps forward, his voice thick with genuine emotion.

Arvind: "Advait, beta... mere paas shabd nahi hain tumhara shukriya ada karne ke liye. Tumne apna itna zaroori kaam chhoda, gadi chalakar mujhe yahan laaye, aur phir Drishya ka is tarah khayal rakha..."

Nisha: (Nodding, her eyes shining with gratitude) "Haan, Advait. Is parivaar par tumhara bohot bada ehsaan hai aaj. Agar tum nahi hote, toh Arvind is gusse aur pareshani me thik se gadi bhi nahi chala paate. Tumne bilkul ek bete ki tarah sab sambhal liya."

Advait feels a sudden warmth rush through his chest at her words, but he quickly shakes his head, his tone deeply respectful and humble.

Advait: "Aunty, please... ehsaan mat kahiye. Arvind Uncle mere pita jaise hain, aur Drishya... Drishya hamari parivaar ki dost hai. Mera yahan hona koi ehsaan nahi, mera farz thha. Aap please ab pareshan mat hoiye, doctor ne kaha hai woh shaam tak thik ho jayegi. Main ab chalta hoon."

Arvind pats his shoulder with immense pride, walking him out to the elevator foyer. After a quiet, reassuring nod to Uncle, Advait steps into the elevator, his body finally registering the heavy exhaustion of the chaotic morning.

### 3:30 PM: The Singhania Mansion

The afternoon sun beats down on the grand courtyard of the Singhania estate. Inside the main living room, the atmosphere is calm and peaceful. Dadi, Renuka, and Chachi (Meenakshi) are seated around the marble coffee table, enjoying their afternoon tea and discussing some upcoming family functions.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden main doors swing open.

The three women turn their heads in surprise as Advait walks in. He isn't wearing his suit jacket, his charcoal shirt is slightly wrinkled, his sleeves are rolled up, and his hair is uncharacteristically messy. For a man who never returns home before 9:00 PM, his arrival at three in the afternoon is nothing short of a shock.

Dadi: (Setting her teacup down, her face creasing with worry) "Advait? Beta, tum is waqt ghar? Sab thik toh hai na? Tumhari tabiyat toh thik hai?"

Renuka: (Standing up immediately, walking toward her son) "Haan, Advait. Office me kuch hua kya? Tum aise achanak..."

Advait offers his mother a reassuring, albeit tired, smile, gently putting his car keys on the console.

Advait: "Main bilkul thik hoon, Mummy. Office me koi problem nahi hai. Actually... main Arvind Uncle ke sath unke ghar gaya thha. Isliye jaldi laut aaya."

Chachi: (Arching an eyebrow, curious) "Arvind ji ke ghar? Par aaj toh unka tumhare sath office me koi zaroori project ka kaam thha na?"

Advait exhales a slow breath, his expression turning serious as he sits down on the single sofa opposite Dadi. The lingering anxiety from the morning still shadows his dark eyes.

Advait: "Kaam thha, Chachi. Par meeting ke beech me hi Aunty ka phone aaya. Drishya ko bohot tez bukhar hai... almost 103 degrees. She was shivering and completely helpless. Uncle kaafi pareshan ho gaye thhe, isliye main unhe drop karne chala gaya thha."

The moment the name Drishya and her condition leave his mouth, the peaceful atmosphere of the living room instantly vanishes. Dadi gasps, clutching her chest, while Renuka and Chachi exchange looks of absolute shock and worry.

Dadi: "Hai Ram! Kal hi toh us bachhi ko itna bada award mila thha. Kitna hasti-khelte hue stage par bol rahi thi. Nazar lag gayi meri bachhi ko!"

Renuka: (Her eyes wide with maternal anxiety, sitting next to Advait) "103 degree bukhar?! Advait, beta... ab kaisi hai woh? Doctor ko dikhaya? Nisha bohot darr gayi hogi, akele parivaar me jab bacha bimar hota hai toh maa-baap ki jaan nikal jaati hai."

Advait: (Voice soft, trying to calm them) "Mummy, aap panic mat kijiye. Main doctor ke aane tak wahin thha. Medicine de di hai aur ab woh so rahi hai. Fever thoda kam hua thha jab main nikala."

Chachi: (Sighing softly, shaking her head) "Chhuttiyo ke bina us bachhi ne poora college ka event sambhala hai. Itni dhoop me bhag-daud karegi toh sharir kab tak jhelega. Advait, tumne bohot achha kiya jo Arvind ji ke sath gaye."

Renuka immediately picks up her phone from the table, her fingers tapping the screen in a hurry. "Main abhi Nisha ko call karti hoon. Pata nahi unhone khana bhi khaya ya nahi—"

Advait: (Gently reaching out to place his hand over his mother's phone, stopping her) "Mummy, abhi mat kijiye. Drishya abhi-abhi dawai khakar soyi hai. Agar aap call karenge, toh ganti se uski neend kharab ho sakti hai, ya Aunty baar-baar phone uthane me pareshan hongi. She needs absolute silence right now."

Dadi nods wisely, pointing her finger at Renuka.

Dadi: "Advait bilkul thik keh raha hai, Renuka. Bimar bache ko jitna sukoon mile, utna achha hai. Ek kaam karte hain, hum aaj raat ko khane ke baad unhe phone karenge. Tab tak dawai ka asar bhi ho jayega, woh so kar uth bhi jayegi aur hum Nisha se uski health ke baare me pooch lenge."

Renuka: (Sighing, putting her phone down) "Theek hai, Papaji. Raat ko hi baat karte hain. Main toh kehti hoon kal subah main khud uske liye kuch parhez ka khana banakar bhej doongi."

Advait listens to his family's deep affection and concern for Drishya, a profound, quiet satisfaction settling in his heart. He stands up, kissing Dadi’s forehead softly.

Advait: "Main thoda change karke aaram karta hoon. Shaam ko baki bacha hua corporate kaam online dekhna hai."

As he walks up the grand staircase to his room, his mind finally relaxes. The image of his family uniting in worry for her makes the beautiful, invisible bond between their two worlds feel stronger than ever before. He knew that tonight’s phone call was going to be the start of an even deeper connection.

The clock in the Singhania living room ticks closer to 10:00 PM. The family has just finished a quiet dinner, but the usual post-dinner casual chatter is entirely missing. Instead, a lingering anxiety hangs over the room.

Advait sits on the single leather sofa, a tablet in his lap, ostensibly reviewing a quarterly shipping draft. However, his eyes haven't moved past the first paragraph in twenty minutes. His mind is entirely anchored in Bandra.

Dadi: (Setting her reading glasses down, looking at Renuka) "Renuka, dus baj gaye hain. Nisha ne kaha thha na ki doctor shaam ko phir se aane wale thhe? Ab phone lagao. Ab toh bachhi uth gayi hogi."

Renuka: (Nodding, already holding her phone) "Haan, Mummy ji. Main abhi lagati hoon. Par voice call nahi, main seedha video call karti hoon. Drishya ko ek baar aankhon ke saamne dekh lungi toh mere dil ko thoda sukoon milega."

Kabir and Ananya immediately scoot closer to their mother on the grand sofa, their faces filled with genuine concern. Advait stays where he is, but he subtly locks his tablet and sets it aside, his entire attention focusing on the phone in his mother's hand.

The digital ringing tone echoes softly through the silent living room. After three agonizing rings, the call connects with a soft chime.

The screen lights up to show the warm, familiar living room of the Sharma apartment. Nisha appears on the screen, looking tired but holding a much softer, relieved smile than she did this morning.

Renuka: "Hari Om, Nisha! Kaisi hai meri bachhi? Hum sab subah se bohot pareshan hain. Advait ne bataya ki use bohot tez bukhar thha."

Nisha: (Smiling warmly, adjusting the camera) "Hari Om, Renuka. Arre tum log bilkul chinta mat karo. Ab tabiyat kaafi behtar hai. Shaam ko doctor aaye thhe, bukhar ab utar gaya hai. Dawai lekar do ghante pehle hi uthi hai aur thoda sa daliya bhi khaya hai usne."

A visible wave of relief washes over the Singhania living room. Dadi leans completely into the camera frame, waving her hand.

Dadi: "Nisha, us bachhi ko dikhao zara! Kal se meri aankhon me wahi ghum rahi hai. Nazar utari tumne uski?"

Nisha: (Laughing softly) "Haan, Mummy ji, sabse pehle wahi kiya. Rukiye, main uske kamre me hi ja rahi hoon."

The camera angles shift as Nisha walks down the dimly lit hallway and gently pushes open Drishya's bedroom door.

Inside, the room is warm and quiet. Drishya is sitting propped up against a mountain of plush pillows, a soft pastel-pink shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Her face is still a little pale, and her hair is tied into a loose, messy braid resting over her shoulder, but her brown eyes are clear and alert.

Nisha: "Drishya, dekho kaun hai. Poora Singhania parivaar tumse baat karne ke liye ruka hua hai."

Drishya takes the phone, holding it up with a gentle, radiant smile that instantly brightens her pale features.

Drishya: "Pranam, Dadi. Hello, Aunty. Aap sab itne pareshan kyun ho gaye? Main bilkul thik hoon."

Ananya: (Waving frantically) "Drishya di! Aap bohot bimar lag rahi ho. Please jaldi se thik ho jao, hume shopping par jaana hai!"

Kabir: (Grinning mischievously, leaning over Ananya's shoulder) "Haan, Drishya. Please jaldi thik ho jao. Agar tum bimar rahogi, toh hamare Chief Guest ka mood office me bada kharab rehta hai. Aaj poora Singhania HQ dar ke maare kaanp raha thha!"

Drishya lets out a soft, beautiful giggle, her eyes instinctively scanning the background of the video screen over Kabir's shoulder.

And there he is.

Advait has finally stood up, walking silently to stand right behind his mother’s sofa. He doesn't join the loud waving or the chaotic chatter. He just stands there, towering and protective, his dark eyes locked onto her face through the digital screen. The intense, suffocating anxiety that had gripped his chest all day finally completely dissolves, replaced by a profound, quiet relief.

Drishya’s gaze fixes entirely onto him. Through the tiny screen, their eyes lock, and the rest of the family’s voices suddenly become background noise. She notices that he is still wearing his formal trousers and shirt, though the tie is gone—he hasn't even changed into his lounge clothes yet. He was waiting for this exact moment.

Advait steps slightly closer to the camera, his voice dropping into its signature deep, comforting baritone.

Advait: "Temperature kitna hai abhi, Drishya?"

The absolute authority and raw care in his voice make Chachi and Renuka exchange a subtle, highly knowing glance, but they keep quiet.

Drishya: (Looking directly into his eyes, her voice soft and carrying a beautiful, intimate warmth) "99 hai, Advait. Dr. Mehta ne kaha hai ki kal subah tak body pain bhi chala jayega. Execution is back on track. Aapki cold compress ne sach me bohot bada magic kiya thha subah."

Advait’s lips curve into a very rare, incredibly handsome and soft smile—a smile meant exclusively for her.

Advait: "Magic dawai ka thha, Drishya. Discipline rakhoge aur time par khana khaogi, toh crash nahi hogi body. Clear instructions hain... no college and no books for the next two days."

Drishya: (Arching a playful eyebrow, a bit of her sharp wit returning) "Yes, Sir. Mr. CEO ke orders kaun mana kar sakta hai."

Dadi chuckles loudly, breaking the quiet spell between the two.

Dadi: "Chalo, ab bachhi ko sone do. Nisha, tum bhi aaram karo. Kal subah Renuka uske liye halka khana banakar bhejegi. Drishya beta, aaram karo aur jaldi se acche se thik hokar hamare ghar aao."

Drishya: "Ji Dadi. Thank you so much. Goodnight, everyone."

As the call disconnects and the screen goes black, the Singhania living room returns to its peaceful quiet. But for Advait, the heavy weight of the day is entirely gone. He looks at his mother and Dadi, nodding softly before heading toward the stairs.

He walks into his dark room, stepping out onto the balcony. His phone vibrates in his hand. He opens it to find a fresh WhatsApp message from her, sent just seconds after the video call ended:

Drishya: "Thank you for being my shield today, Advait. Phone par aapka smile dekh kar mera bacha-kucha bukhar bhi bhaag gaya. Goodnight."

Advait looks up at the starry Mumbai sky, a helpless, deeply captivated laugh escaping his lips. He quickly types back:

Advait: "Just keeping my partnership secure, Drishya. Rest well. I'll see you very soon."

The corporate king finally falls asleep that night with absolute peace in his heart, knowing that the girl who could read his mind was safely recovering, and their story was weaving itself into something beautiful, irreversible, and permanent.

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