Part 2
The grand Kapoor Mansion, usually echoing with the clink of cutlery and measured footsteps of house staff, now felt like a haunted cavern. Silence didn’t hang in the air it pressed, suffocated.
Suhasini Taneja, dignified and maternal, met Vanya Kapoor at the door, her voice hopeful. “So, how was it, beta? The lunch?”
Vanya looked up. Her expression was blank, as if someone had pressed pause on her emotions.
“He didn’t come.”
A whisper. A sigh. A heartbreak she wasn’t ready to voice.
Suhasini frowned. “But Rivaan left a long time ago…”
Vanya blinked. “What?”
She rushed to dial Rivaan’s number again. Dead.
Switched off.
Panic crept into her voice. “Why isn’t he answering?”
“Ramesh!” Suhasini barked at the nearest servant, her poise cracking. “Call every studio manager. Eve
