The morning was peaceful, almost deceptively so. Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow across the breakfast table. Bhargav and Sanju sat together, enjoying a simple meal, an unspoken bond thick in the air. The closeness they had rediscovered after days of uncertainty felt new and fragile, yet deeply comforting. They spoke little, content in each other’s company. Sanju’s laughter rang out occasionally, and Bhargav couldn’t help but smile, watching the love of his life with a sense of pride and deep affection. What Bhargav didn’t show, however, was the growing unease that gnawed at him beneath the surface. He had taken steps to ensure Sanju would remain shielded from the inevitable impact of Mr. Gupta’s press conference. He had spoken with Anitha the previous day to arrange for Sanju to work remotely, hoping to protect her from any public scrutiny. But as they finished breakfast, Bhargav’s phone vibrated on the table, the screen lighting up with missed calls and messages.