The private jet sliced smoothly through the night sky, high above the clouds, carrying the Raichand family back to Mumbai. The week in Bangalore was over. The sanctuary was left behind, but this time, Amyra wasn't returning to a cage; she was returning to her kingdom.

In the small, plush private cabin at the rear of the jet, Aarav was fast asleep in a customized toddler bed. He was clutching the wooden toy car Aman had given him, completely oblivious to the turbulent world his parents occupied.