The final sun of the Pahalgam trip rose over the snow-covered valley, casting long, golden shadows across the pines. For Raj and Diya, the past few days had been a beautiful blur of "masti," laughter, and a deep, soul-stirring connection. Diya had spent the entire morning running around with her high-end camera, capturing every smile, every snowball fight, and every goofy face baby Aarav made.

"Raj, look at this one!" Diya laughed, showing him a photo on the digital screen. In the picture, Aarav had a mustache made of white milk from his breakfast, and he was trying to imitate Raj’s serious "Professor face."