The Rathore Mansion garden was alive with laughter. Poornima was teaching Anaya the ABCs, her voice gentle and patient. Anaya absorbed every letter quickly, repeating after her with enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, little Aarav crawled and toddled nearby, giggling as he played with toys scattered across the grass. The three of them moved together, laughter echoing through the garden, a scene of pure happiness.

At the same time, Veeresh sat in the Rathore Industries boardroom, going through upcoming projects with his executives. His sharp eyes scanned every report as he explained plans, strategies, and deadlines.

Adwait entered quietly, holding his tablet. “Sir, your ex-wife Ritika messaged you.”

Veeresh let out a slow sigh, running a hand through his hair. Before he could respond, Adwait added, “And Pavan’s stepmother is making moves too.”

Veeresh’s jaw tightened. “Leave them. You handle everything. I’ll be back at the mansion early.”

---

By mid-morning, Veeresh returned home, finding the garden alive with children’s laughter. Poornima smiled softly at him, her eyes lighting up. She noticed him gesturing toward the house—he wanted coffee.

Poornima quickly prepared the coffee while the children reluctantly went inside, giggling along the way. She handed the steaming cup to Veeresh, who took it silently, savoring the warmth and quiet for a brief moment.

Anaya, eager to show off, ran to him. “Dada, look what Mama taught me!”

Veeresh smiled, genuine and rare, as he watched Anaya recite her letters flawlessly. He then bent down and lifted Aarav into his arms, spinning him gently as the baby giggled with delight.

Watching Poornima laugh along with the children, Veeresh felt a rare peace settle over him. For all the business challenges, threats, and responsibilities, moments like this reminded him what truly mattered—family, laughter, and love slowly growing between them.