I never thought the man I called brother would be capable of such cruelty. I grew up watching VP charm everyone—our parents, the staff, even the press. But the night I found that girl trembling in the alley, her clothes torn, her voice broken, she whispered a name: Anil. And then, later, another: VP.

Now, years later, I’m standing in my father’s mansion, adjusting the lehenga I’ll wear at my engagement to Anil. My heart isn’t in this. It’s with Anand, the man who’s been by my side since college, the one who opened a clinic with me to serve those who can’t afford care.

But tonight isn’t about love. It’s about truth.

A messenger arrives, frantic—Sapna is ill, near death. I go with him, leaving the celebrations behind. When I find her, she’s pale, weak, but clutching her son like a shield. She won’t say who the father is. Not even to me.

Then Anand shows up. He’s been searching for her. He found a coat. A tie-pin. And suddenly, everything clicks.

VP’s secret is out. And I know what I have to do.