Note:This chapter contains mature themes, if you are not comfortable just skip it.

The house was finally breathing. After years of cold silence, the walls echoed with the laughter of a family mending itself. Vikram sat beside Sitadevi, watching his father, Raghuram, look younger than he had in a moment, the DCP mask was gone; he was simply a grandson, a son, and a man watching his fractured legacy begin to heal.