Aditya's Game and a Stolen File

The morning after Vikram's confession was not filled with grand declarations or romantic gestures, but with a quiet, powerful understanding. The awkward tension had been replaced by a new kind of intimacy, a shared purpose that was more profound than any love story. Anika woke in the massive bed, her heart no longer fluttering with panic, but with a quiet, resolute calm. Vikram's hand was resting lightly on hers, a silent, possessive gesture that spoke volumes. They were not just husband and wife; they were allies. They were partners in a war that was no longer just his, but theirs.