"Because every time I say it, I lose you a little more."

Pratham steps forward. He doesn’t look angry. He looks… curious.

Pratham clutches the letter, confused. A single tear rolls down his cheek—a muscle memory of a heartbreak his mind cannot name.

Suyash picks up a framed photograph of himself, Pratham, and their father, . His voiceover whispers: "I won. The house, the company, the name... it’s all mine. But every mirror shows me a brother I betrayed and a love I couldn't keep."