In the dimly lit study of Raichand Mansion, Adhir sat alone, his face buried in his hands, shoulders hunched in silence. His elbows rested heavily on the polished oak desk, grounding him as the weight of his family’s anguish pressed upon him. His phone buzzed suddenly, slicing through the quiet; it was Kerem.

"Did you find out who’s behind all this?" Adhir’s voice was low, barely contained as he spoke into the phone.