Golden rays of sunlight slipped through the curtains, filling the room with warmth.

Arnav slowly opened his eyes.

For a few seconds...

He simply stared at the ceiling.

No nightmare.

No unfinished calculations.

No memories he wanted to bury.

Just... silence.

A strange kind of peace.

His brows knitted together.

"When was the last time I slept like this...?"

He tried to remember.

He couldn't.

Slowly sitting up, his eyes instinctively moved towards the bed.

Empty.

His heart skipped a beat before he even realized why.

He immediately stood.

Just then...

A soft laughter floated upstairs from somewhere below.

His tense shoulders relaxed.

Without another thought, he walked towards the washroom.

---

Meanwhile...

Avni stood outside the small temple in the mansion with folded hands.

She closed her eyes.

"I don't know who I was..."

"I don't know what my past was..."

"But wherever my family is..."

"Please keep them happy."

"And..."

Her lips curved into a tiny smile.

"Please keep Mr. Rajvanshi happy too."

After offering her prayers, she turned around.

Revati was standing there, smiling affectionately.

"Good morning, beta."

Avni immediately bent down.

"Dadi..."

She touched Revati's feet.

Then walked towards Raghav.

"Uncle..."

She touched his feet as well.

Both elders blessed her lovingly.

"Khush raho."

Revati couldn't help smiling.

Such values were becoming rare.

---

A few minutes later...

The servants hurried around the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Avni quietly stood near the entrance, watching them.

After hesitating for a moment, she looked towards Revati.

"Dadi..."

"Hmm?"

"Agar aap bura na maane..."

"...Main thodi help kar sakti hoon?"

Revati smiled.

"Tumhe cooking aati hai?"

Avni looked confused.

"I... pata nahi."

She looked towards the kitchen.

"Lekin..."

"Kitchen dekhkar..."

"Pata nahi kyun..."

"Aisa lag raha hai jaise..."

"Main yahan belong karti hoon."

Revati exchanged a glance with Raghav.

Perhaps...

Memories disappeared.

But habits never truly did.

"Chalo."

Revati smiled warmly.

"Dekhte hain."

---

Within minutes...

The kitchen transformed.

Without anyone guiding her...

Avni's hands moved naturally.

She measured ingredients without hesitation.

Adjusted the flame instinctively.

Prepared fresh parathas.

Made chutney.

And finally...

Without even realizing why...

She prepared warm suji ka halwa.

The aroma spread throughout the mansion.

Even the old cook stood watching in surprise.

"Madam..."

"Aap toh kamaal ka khana banati hain."

Avni smiled shyly.

"Sach?"

"Mujhe toh yaad bhi nahi tha."

---

At the same moment...

Arnav walked downstairs.

Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit.

His expression was as unreadable as always.

Everyone took their seats.

Without thinking...

Avni served his plate first.

She looked at him.

"Tea ya coffee?"

"Coffee."

"And... sugar?"

"Normal."

She nodded obediently before placing the cup beside him.

There was no awkwardness in her actions.

No hesitation.

Only simple sincerity.

Arnav quietly began eating.

His attention remained on the morning newspaper.

Then...

He took a spoonful of the halwa.

His hand stopped.

The familiar taste lingered.

Rich with ghee.

Perfectly roasted.

Balanced sweetness.

Exactly...

Like the halwa his grandmother had made every birthday throughout his childhood.

He slowly lifted his eyes.

His gaze unknowingly settled on Avni.

She was serving Raghav now, completely unaware that he was looking at her.

Revati noticed everything.

She smiled knowingly.

"Kaisa hai halwa?"

Arnav looked at his grandmother.

Then back at the bowl.

"...Good."

Only one word.

Yet...

He quietly finished the entire bowl.

Not a single spoonful remained.

Revati hid her smile behind her teacup.

She knew her grandson too well.

Arnav Rajvanshi never finished anything he didn't genuinely like.

---

Breakfast ended.

Arnav stood.

He picked up his car keys.

"I'll be late."

Raghav nodded.

"Take care."

As Arnav walked towards the door, a soft voice stopped him.

"Mr. Rajvanshi..."

He turned.

Avni hurried towards him.

She held out a neatly packed lunch box.

"I..."

"I don't know if you'll eat outside..."

"So..."

"I packed your lunch."

"If... you don't like it..."

"You don't have to eat it."

Arnav looked at the lunch box.

Then at her.

For a brief moment...

Neither of them spoke.

Finally...

He accepted it.

"Thank you."

It was the first time...

He had voluntarily spoken two words to her.

Avni's face lit up with an innocent smile.

"Have a good day."

Without another word...

Arnav walked away.

From the balcony...

Revati watched everything.

A small smile appeared on her face.

"The walls..."

She whispered to herself.

"Have started listening."

---

After Arnav left...

The mansion became quiet again.

Avni sat beside Revati in the garden.

Birds chirped softly around them.

After a long silence...

She finally asked,

"Dadi..."

"Hmm?"

"Kya..."

"Meri family bhi..."

"Meri tarah pareshaan hogi?"

Revati's smile slowly faded.

She gently held Avni's hand.

"No, beta."

"Tumhare mummy-papa..."

"...Tumhare ek saal ki umar mein hi iss duniya se chale gaye the."

Silence.

Avni lowered her eyes.

She didn't cry.

She simply looked at her hands.

"So..."

"Main bachpan se akeli thi..."

Revati lovingly stroked her hair.

"Nahi."

"Bhagwan kabhi kisi ko akela nahi chhodte."

"Bas..."

"Rishton ka roop badal jaata hai."

After a few moments...

Avni looked at her again.

"Dadi..."

"Phir meri mulaqat..."

"Arnav ji se kaise hui?"

Revati smiled softly.

"Woh kahani..."

"Jab waqt sahi hoga..."

"Arnav khud tumhe sunayega."

She gently cupped Avni's face.

"Aur ek baat..."

"Yaadon ko zabardasti pakadne ki koshish mat karo."

"Doctor ne mana kiya hai."

"Jo yaadein tumhari hain..."

"Woh ek din khud tumhare paas laut aayengi."

Avni slowly nodded.

She leaned her head on Revati's shoulder.

For the first time since waking up without her memories...

She didn't feel alone.

And somewhere across the city...

A ruthless Mafia King unknowingly carried a homemade lunch in his car...

Without realizing...

It was the first lunch anyone had packed for him in years.