2 Years later

It was afternoon as Devi Agastya walked hand-in-hand with her now five-year-old son, Dhruvansh, along the wide, tree-lined path that led home from school. The Varanasi Megacity had settled into its usual rhythm, its towering structures reaching high into the sky while life beneath them carried on at a peaceful pace. Even though the city was a marvel of technological advancement, the remnants of human nature—the need for connection, love, and nurture—still thrived within homes like the Agastyas'.