The transition from "new parents" to "toddler-wranglers" was not a slow, peaceful walk. It was a massive, high-speed rollercoaster. The first two years of little Aarav’s life had completely taken a heavy toll on the slow, romantic rhythm Raj and Diya once shared so effortlessly.

Between Raj’s heavy college board meetings, the massive expansion of Diya’s bakery (which Simran was currently helping manage with her usual loud, funny chaos), and the completely endless, nuclear energy of their two-year-old son, their beautiful white marble house often felt less like a quiet sanctuary and much more like a high-speed racing circuit.