The tension that had gripped the Rathore family earlier began to ease as they entered Shivangi Rathore’s cabin. The room was warm, lit with a soft yellow glow, and filled with the subtle hum of medical monitors. Shivangi lay propped up on the hospital bed, a serene smile spreading across her face as her grandsons and Sunita walked in.

“Dadi,” Reyansh said quietly, his usually stern features softening as he pulled a chair close to her bedside. Sitting down, he placed his hand gently on hers. “How are you feeling now? You scared us.”