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He flinched, quickly wiping his face. “Kavya. I’m sorry. I was just—”

Madhavan found her in the living room, her face pale in the flashes of lightning. He didn't hesitate. He sat beside her, offering the same steady presence he had provided since she was eleven. He didn't need to say anything; his presence was the shield she required.

"Yes, just checking on Appa," Kavya smiled faintly. "He doesn't like thunderstorms, and his knees ache when it rains heavily. I usually make him some hot soup."

When they returned to Mylapore that night, the house was filled with the magnificent, resonant strains of Raaga Kalyani playing from her father’s room. It was a raaga of joy, auspiciousness, and new beginnings. They didn't interrupt him. Janani simply leaned her head against Raghav’s shoulder in the hallway, listening to her father's blessing delivered through the strings of the veena—the ultimate validation of an Appa-Magal bond making way for a beautiful forever.