In the living room, a soft, cozy warmth filled the air. Rudravika sat comfortably on the floor, her back resting against the edge of the couch, a fluffy pillow placed on her lap as she relaxed. Behind her, Vanshika knelt with gentle concentration, her fingers moving tenderly through Rudravika’s long hair as she applied warm oil and massaged her scalp in slow, soothing circles. Rudravika’s eyes fluttered half-closed, clearly enjoying the pampering, a peaceful smile tugging at her lips.

Beside them, Vihaan sat cross-legged, a bowl of grapes in hand. With a playful grin, he leaned forward every few seconds, feeding a grape first to his wife and then to his daughter-in-law, thoroughly enjoying the domestic sweetness of the moment. The scene looked like a perfect little family tableau, full of warmth, affection, and the kind of comfort that only comes from being surrounded by the people who feel like home.