EPILOGUE

| THREE YEARS LATER |

“Some stories don’t end with a goodbye,

They end with a promise —

To keep choosing each other,

Every single day,

In this life and the next.”

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The evening sky above Oberoi Mansion was painted in hues of soft lavender and gold. The air smelled faintly of rain, of earth touched by heaven, and of a home that had finally found its peace.

The mansion — once echoing with tension and silence — now resonated with laughter. Servants moved about hurriedly, Dadi’s melodious scolding floated from the kitchen, and in the courtyard, the sound of tiny feet filled the air.

“Papa! Catch me if you can!”

A shrill giggle followed the challenge. A small boy, barely two and a half, ran through the corridor, his white kurta fluttering like a flag of innocence. His dark hair, his bright eyes — he was Shivaay’s mirror image.

Behind him, The Great Shivaay Singh Oberoi — the man once feared by the world — was now running like a madman behind a toddler, completely breathless, a smile stre