The Whispering Ghost and an Unseen Past

The peace that settled over the Aggarwal mansion was a fragile, beautiful thing, a quiet victory that was sweeter than any legal triumph. The days were filled with a serene, domestic calm that was a world away from the frantic adrenaline of the past. Anika's mornings were no longer a blur of corporate espionage; they were a tranquil rhythm of a shared life. She would wake in Vikram's arms, the sun filtering through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, a silent, golden testament to a love that had defied all odds. They would drink their morning coffee in the sunlit garden, not as a couple bound by a contract, but as two souls who had, against all reason, found a home in each other. The Aggarwal Bakery, a fusion of her simple, honest recipes and Vikram's ruthless, brilliant business acumen, was thriving, a living, breathing testament to their new legacy.