The plane touched down in the city of Diya’s past, a place filled with echoes of her childhood. As she stepped out of the airport, the air felt different—thicker, warmer, and heavy with the scent of dust and rain. This wasn't the polished, high-society world she lived in with Raj. This was the world of "Asha Sadan," the orphanage that had been her only home before she met the man who changed her life.

She took a taxi through the familiar, narrow streets. Every corner brought back a memory: the park where she used to play, the small tea stall where she’d hide from the rain, and finally, the large, rusted iron gates of the orphanage. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She felt like the young, vulnerable girl again, not the successful business woman she was today.