The morning sun was shining brightly over their luxury bungalow, but for once, the house was silent. At exactly 8:30 AM, the yellow school bus had picked up four-year-old Aarav. The little "masti" king was gone for the next six hours. For the first time in months, Raj and Diya were completely alone.

The last few weeks had been a blur of stress. Raj was buried in university board meetings and senior grading, and Diya had been opening her third bakery branch, working until midnight. By the time they crawled into bed each night, they were too exhausted to even touch. Their "dirty" and "hardcore" passion had been replaced by quick kisses and tired "I love yous."