Two months had passed since their wedding, but for Rudransh, it felt like a lifetime. The days after his marriage had been heavy with grief. His beloved grandfather, his constant source of wisdom and strength, passed away shortly after the wedding, and Rudra found himself in a whirlwind of sorrow. His dada sa had been more than a grandfather; he had been Rudra's mentor, confidant, and the anchor in his life. The loss left a gaping void, and Rudra, unable to fully cope with the emotional weight of it, buried himself in his schoolwork. The pain in his heart, though, was never far from the surface, and he knew it would take time to heal.

But time, as it often does, kept moving forward. While Rudra tried to focus on his studies, he found solace in the routine of his school life. Yet there was a part of him that felt incomplete, and a part of him that longed for something beyond the distraction of books. The grief lingered, but he hid it behind a mask of composure.