It was the evening of the sixth day since the accident. The Raichand mansion was cloaked in a heavy silence as the family sat around the dinner table, finishing their evening meal. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken emotions, each person lost in their own thoughts. They tried to act normal, yet a quiet dread lingered, and every glance seemed to search for answers that no one dared to voice.

Suddenly, Adhir’s phone rang, slicing through the silence like a knife. He picked up the call, his face growing pale as he listened. "Hello, yes, Doctor…okay, we're coming." His voice was barely above a whisper. The color drained from his face as he absorbed the weight of the news. He didn’t need to say it aloud; everyone at the table could feel the gravity of what had just happened.