As Shaurya ended his call, he turned toward Navika, who was once again quietly leaning to peek toward the drawing room. Soft giggles floated out—Ekansh’s tiny laughter mixed with the caretaker’s gentle voice. Shaurya shook his head with a helpless smile. She sat there, waiting for him to finish, but her ears were tuned only to those sounds. Her entire body language revealed her restlessness—she wanted nothing more than to go to her child, hold him close, bury him in her arms. Her embrace felt thirsty, as if every second away from him dried her heart a little more.