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Behind the quiet gates of his estate, where polished floors reflected more emptiness than comfort, Rajesh had come to believe he had resolved his life. Success had given him distance, and distance had made it easier not to look back. The past felt contained, as long as he did not return to it. But an unexpected invitation to an art gallery unsettled that balance. He entered expecting recognition, perhaps even admiration. Instead, he found himself facing a young man whose presence carried something heavier than anger—Arjun. The boy he had turned away after Meera’s death. The boy he had convinced himself was not his. Now standing before him with composure rather than accusation, Arjun brought a quiet truth that Rajesh could not easily dismiss.
