The morning sun of Abhimanyu’s first birthday broke softly over the London skyline, but inside the Rathore master suite, the air was sharp and volatile.

Shivanya had woken up sharply at 3:00 AM. Remembering that she had tucked Abhimanyu securely into the crib between her and Abhimaan the previous night, she had walked over to his nursery out of pure maternal instinct, only to find the room empty of him—Abhimaan had quietly shifted the baby back to his own crib sometime during the night.