That night, Meera hugged him tight. "You did it, bhai."
But late at night, alone in his room, the silence whispered a different truth. He was lost.
He remembered an old, dusty boxing bag in the garage. His grandfather had been a state-level boxer. Ahaan had never taken it seriously. But that night, he walked to the garage, touched the cracked leather, and whispered, "Lakshya."