The desert breeze carried the scent of sand and blooming jasmine as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an amber glow over the Rathore Mansion. From the rooftop, the view was breathtaking—golden dunes stretching endlessly, the lights of the bustling estate flickering like fireflies in the twilight. It was the same view Arjun and Aanya had stood before countless times, each moment shaping the legacy they had built.

But tonight was different. Tonight, they were no longer looking toward the future for themselves. They were preparing to pass it on.