Meera reaches for Arnav’s hand. He breaks down – the tycoon who never cries, sobbing on her lap.
The episode opens on a rain-soaked Mumbai evening. , a brooding business tycoon, stands by the window of his penthouse, a whiskey glass dangling from his fingers. In his other hand, he holds a sonography report. His jaw is tight. His eyes, usually cold, betray a flicker of something unfamiliar: fear.
(Sitting on the edge of her bed, his voice a low tremor) “I lied.”
She places his hand on her belly. The baby kicks.