The morning sun cast a golden hue over the sprawling gardens of the Raisingh estate, its rays glistening off the dew-kissed petals. Chandrajit stood by the balcony of his room, the warmth of the light a stark contrast to the tumultuous feelings roiling within him. He sipped his coffee, staring off into the distance, lost in thought.

Just the day before, his parents had dropped the unexpected news: the family was to host the annual business gala, a prestigious event that attracted the elite of the corporate world. His mother, Naina, had insisted on inviting every important figure, including the Aryas. Chandrajit’s jaw tightened at the thought of Sunidhi walking through those doors—her innocent smile, her fierce spirit—but more than that, the way her presence stirred his carefully maintained composure.