The grand gates of Rathore Palace opened slowly, bathed in the golden light of dusk. A sleek black car rolled in through the archway, its windows slightly lowered to let in the spring air. Inside sat Aahana, her newborn daughter bundled in her arms, sleeping peacefully against her chest. Arjun sat beside her, protective, tired, but with a faint smile that hadn’t left his face since the delivery. The back seat held her stepbrothers — Veer, Kunal, Aarav, and Aayan — unusually quiet, their eyes occasionally drifting to the swaddled bundle as though still in disbelief that she was finally here.

The moment the car came to a halt in the courtyard, the palace entrance transformed.