Bhargav paced the length of his office, the faint hum of the air conditioner doing little to soothe his agitation. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, centering on the mysterious gifts that had been appearing on Sanju's desk. Whoever was sending them had done an excellent job of remaining anonymous, leaving Bhargav at a frustrating dead end. Vijay watched his friend with a mixture of sympathy and exasperation. "Bhargav, you need to calm down. We've done everything we could to trace the sender. There’s nothing more we can do from our end." Bhargav stopped pacing and turned to face Vijay. "I can't just do nothing, Vijay. Sanju is important to me. I need to know who is behind this." "I get it," Vijay replied, leaning back in his chair. "But sometimes, the best approach is to change tactics. Since the direct investigation has hit a wall, we need to try something else." Bhargav crossed his arms, his brow furrowing in thought. "What do you suggest?"