The Rajmata's Judgement and a New Vow

The return to the Aggarwal mansion was a silent procession of two. The documents, the brittle, yellowed proof of a generational betrayal, were a heavy weight in Vikram's hand, a physical manifestation of the sins of the past that were now their burden. The quiet, intimate calm of the old factory was replaced by the cold, imposing grandeur of their home, a place of a thousand secrets and a thousand silent judgments. Anika walked beside Vikram, her hand not in his, but her shoulder brushing against his, a subtle, unspoken vow of a partnership that was now stronger than any legal contract. They were no longer two separate entities; they were a united front, a single mind and a single heart moving in unison against a world of deceit and betrayal.