The evening air carried the distant hum of city life, the murmur of cars on the streets blending with the faint laughter of children playing nearby. But inside the Mehta and Khanna households, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful.

Kabir stormed into the living room, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His father, Dr. Raghav Mehta, sat on the sofa, casually flipping through a newspaper, as though he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell on his son’s life.