he is his father’s second chance
at believing
in something pure

The soft sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow across the Dhawan household as laughter and gentle chatter filled the air. Ritu Dhawan, Agastya’s mother moved around the open kitchen with practiced ease, preparing her famous stuffed parathas, while his father, Amit Dhawan sat on the bar stool near the cabinet with Ivaan, perched comfortably on his own high chair, playing with a small toy car, his tiny fingers moving the wheels back and forth in fascination. His grandfather’s hand rested protectively around him, every now and then helping him steer the toy car in the right direction, his gaze full of warmth.