The rain lashed against the glass windows of the towering Khanna Enterprises building, a cold reminder that even the sky could not contain its fury tonight. Aarav Khanna sat in his corner office, the city lights flickering like dying stars beneath him. His jaw was clenched, the veins in his hands prominent as he gripped the armrest of his leather chair.

“Marriage, Aarav. It’s not a request anymore,” his father’s voice echoed through the Bluetooth speaker. “It’s an expectation.”