The morning sun was just beginning to peek through the large, glass-paned windows of the bungalow. Two months had passed since the intense, passionate night of Diya’s 29th birthday. Life had become a fast-moving river. Raj had officially been promoted to HOD (Head of Department) of the English Faculty, a position of immense power and responsibility. Diya’s bakery was thriving, and little Aarav, now a proud four-year-old, was adjusting well to his new, more disciplined school schedule.

It was 6:30 AM. The house was usually filled with the quiet sounds of morning coffee and light "masti," but today, the silence was broken by the sharp, persistent ringing of Diya’s phone.