The arena buzzed with excitement as the first match concluded.

Team Orion's supporters were still celebrating the dominant victory, while Team Glazed quietly retreated backstage for the scheduled break before the post-match media sessions.

The VIP lounge gradually filled with guests enjoying refreshments.

Vedhathvika excused herself.

"I'll just grab some coffee."

Aarvi nodded.

"I'll be here."

---

The executive pantry lounge was much quieter than the arena outside.

Only a handful of people were present.

Vedhathvika stood near the coffee machine, waiting for her cup to fill.

She had barely picked it up when a familiar voice came from behind.

"...Vedhathvika."

She froze for a brief second.

Then calmly turned around.

Standing a few steps away...

Still wearing Team Glaze's jersey...

Was Advik Rajsingh.

For a moment...

Neither of them spoke.

Three years of memories stood silently between them.

Advik was the first to break the silence.

"How have you been?"

She answered honestly.

"I'm well."

"And you?"

He gave a faint smile.

"I'm surviving."

Silence followed once again.

---

He looked at her carefully.

"I never thought I'd see you at an esports arena."

She took a sip of her coffee.

"Life changes."

"It does."

His eyes searched hers.

"So..."

"Are you here for me?"

Her answer came immediately.

"No."

Simple.

Clear.

Without hesitation.

Advik blinked.

She continued in the same calm tone.

"I'm here because I wanted to be here."

"My reasons don't concern you."

He lowered his gaze for a moment before nodding.

"Fair enough."

---

After another brief silence, he asked,

"Then... why Delhi?"

"Business?"

"Or something else?"

Vedhathvika looked directly at him.

"With all due respect, Advik..."

"It's no longer your place to keep track of where I go or why."

"We're no longer part of each other's lives."

Her words weren't cruel.

They were simply true.

Advik accepted them with a quiet nod.

"I suppose you're right."

---

He noticed the VIP pass around her neck.

"You seem connected to the tournament."

"I am."

She replied.

"I've received an offer."

His eyebrows rose.

"An offer?"

"To play professionally."

He looked genuinely surprised.

"You?"

She smiled slightly.

"Yes."

"I'm considering it."

He couldn't stop himself from laughing lightly.

"You've always been talented. Extraordinary one."

"But professional esports..."

"It's a completely different world."

His smile carried a hint of disbelief.

"I'm not sure it's for you."

---

For the first time...

A faint irritation crossed Vedhathvika's face.

She folded her arms.

"Interesting."

"What?"

"You seem to have forgotten something. Its because of me that you didn't had to follow your family expectations. "

Advik frowned.

She met his eyes.

"Don't ever tell anyone that you introduced me to esports."

His smile disappeared.

"You didn't. You merely showed me a game. A reason why I supported you back then. Now that same thing gave me another one."

"I walked the rest of the journey myself."

Her voice remained composed.

"And while we're correcting history..."

"Don't forget whose family connections helped convince your parents to let you pursue esports instead of forcing you into the family business."

Advik's expression stiffened.

Years ago, when professional gaming was still looked down upon by many traditional business families, the Sinha family's influence had helped open doors and ease those concerns.

Vedhathvika continued,

"My family supported your dream because they believed in talent."

"They never asked for credit."

"So neither of us should rewrite the past."

The silence between them became heavy.

---

Just then, an announcement echoed through the backstage speakers.

"Team Glaze, please report to the players' area."

Advik looked toward the hallway.

Then back at Vedhathvika.

For the first time since meeting her...

A competitive smile appeared.

"So..."

"You really think you can become a professional player?"

Vedhathvika smiled back.

Not proudly.

Not arrogantly.

Simply with quiet confidence.

"I don't know."

"But I'm willing to earn my place."

He nodded slowly.

"Then I'll be looking forward to the day we meet in an official match."

She answered without hesitation.

"So will I."

---

Advik turned and walked toward the players' tunnel.

As he adjusted his headset, one thought echoed inside his mind.

"She thinks she belongs in this world now..."

"Then I'll remind everyone why I'm Agni."

His wounded pride had transformed into determination.

---

The second game began.

This time...

Agni played like a man possessed.

Every rotation was perfect.

Every prediction flawless.

Every team fight calculated to perfection.

The commentators could hardly believe the transformation.

"What a comeback from Agni!"

"It's as if someone flipped a switch!"

"He's playing with absolute precision now!"

From the VIP section, Vedhathvika watched quietly.

A small smile appeared on her face.

"That's more like the player I remember."

There was no regret in her voice. Only respect for a worthy talent.

The battlefield had changed. Their relationship had changed.

But one thing remained the same.

Neither of them had ever accepted defeat easily.

And perhaps...

One day...

Their next battle wouldn't be fought as two people tied to an unfinished past-

But as rivals standing on opposite sides of the same esports stage.

The series had reached its final chapter.

Game 1 - Orion.

Game 2 - Glaze.

Now...

Everything depended on one final match.

The score stood-

1 - 1

The arena lights dimmed as the announcer's voice echoed across the stadium.

"One game."

"One champion."

"One trophy."

The crowd erupted.

Thousands of light sticks illuminated the stadium like a galaxy.

No one remained seated.

This was no longer just a match.

It was history in the making.

---

Inside Orion's waiting room...

No one spoke for several moments.

Each player quietly adjusted their peripherals.

Checked their keyboards.

Flexed their fingers.

Kushagra stood at the center.

He looked at every member of his team.

Inferno.

Echo.

Storm.

Astra.

Finally...

His eyes rested on Sarthak.

For seven years...

They had built Orion together.

Seven years of victories

Failures.

Sleepless nights.

Countless scrims.

Countless sacrifices.

Tonight...

Would be their last official match together.

---

Sarthak smiled first.

"Why is everyone looking like someone died?"

The room laughed softly.

Harish shook his head.

"You'll never change."

Sarthak grinned.

"If I cry before the match..."

"I'll lose my reputation."

Kunal walked over and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"You never had one."

"Shut up."

The room filled with laughter once again.

For a few precious seconds...

There was no pressure.

Only five friends enjoying one final moment together.

---

Kushagra finally spoke.

"No matter what happens today..."

"I'm proud of every one of you."

"We built this team."

"Together."

He looked toward Sarthak.

"And no one..."

"...will ever replace what you've meant to Orion."

Sarthak's smile faltered for the first time.

"But someone..."

He looked toward the empty Mid Lane chair.

"...will have to replace my position."

Silence followed.

He gently rested his hand on the chair.

"I don't care whether it's a boy."

"Or a girl."

"I just want the next Mid Laner..."

"...to love Orion as much as we did."

Kushagra quietly nodded.

"I promise."

---

Sarthak stretched out his fist.

"One last Bro Code?"

Without hesitation...

Kushagra placed his fist over his.

Then Kunal.

Harish.

Vedant.

Five fists.

Five brothers.

One final promise.

"Orion."

Together they answered-

"Always."

---

Across the hallway...

Inside Team Glaze's room...

The atmosphere was completely different.

Advik stood before his teammates.

"This isn't just another trophy."

"It's proof."

"Proof that we can finally surpass Orion."

His teammates nodded.

Pulse adjusted his headset.

"We finish this today."

Advik smiled confidently.

"No mistakes."

"No regrets."

"Let's bring the trophy home."

Five hands came together.

"Glaze!"

---

The final game began.

The draft phase was tense.

Every hero pick was met with roaring cheers.

Every ban drew loud reactions from analysts.

The commentators could barely contain their excitement.

"This is championship-level drafting!"

"Neither side is giving away a single advantage!"

---

The game itself...

Was breathtaking.

The gold lead changed hands repeatedly.

Every objective demanded a fight.

Every mistake was punished instantly.

Night's rotations were flawless.

Agni answered every move.

Inferno stole a crucial objective.

Vortex retaliated immediately.

Storm carried the late game.

Hawk refused to fall behind.

The arena shook with every team fight.

Thirty minutes.

Thirty-five minutes.

Forty.

No one could predict the winner.

---

Then...

One final fight erupted near the Lord pit.

Sarthak saw an opening.

"Night."

"Now."

Kushagra understood instantly.

Orion moved as one.

Echo initiated.

Inferno flanked.

Storm unleashed devastating damage.

And Astra...

Risked everything.

He sacrificed his own position to create the opening Orion needed.

The enemy formation collapsed.

Glaze's defense shattered.

Night led the final push.

Seconds later...

The crystal exploded.

VICTORY - TEAM ORION

The stadium erupted.

Blue and silver confetti rained from the ceiling.

The crowd chanted together.

"ORION!"

"ORION!"

"ORION!"

---

Kushagra stood from his chair. Instead of celebrating immediately... He turned toward Sarthak. Without a word... The two embraced. A long embrace. One that needed no explanation.

The rest of the team quietly joined them.

Five players.

One family.

One final victory together.

---

During the trophy ceremony...

The League Commissioner stepped onto the stage.

"Before we present this season's championship trophy..."

"There is one more moment we wish to honor."

The audience gradually fell silent.

The giant screen displayed highlights from Sarthak's entire career.

His first professional match.

His first MVP.

His first championship.

His countless unforgettable plays.

The crowd applauded through every clip.

Many fans had tears in their eyes.

---

Kaveri smiled warmly.

"Today..."

"We celebrate not only a champion..."

"But a legend."

"Sarthak Malhotra."

"Thank you..."

"For everything you have given Indian esports."

The arena rose to its feet.

A standing ovation echoed throughout the stadium.

---

Sarthak stepped toward the microphone.

He looked across the thousands of fans.

Then toward his teammates.

His voice was calm.

"When I first entered esports..."

"People said gaming wasn't a career."

"They laughed."

"They doubted us."

"But together..."

"We proved them wrong."

He smiled toward Orion.

"I wasn't the strongest player."

"I wasn't the smartest."

"But I was lucky."

"Because I found four brothers who never stopped believing in me."

Kunal wiped away a tear.

Harish quietly looked down.

Vedant smiled through reddened eyes.

---

Sarthak continued,

"To every young player watching today..."

"Never be afraid of chasing something people don't yet understand."

"If your dream is worth fighting for..."

"Fight."

"One day..."

"They'll understand."

He looked at the empty Mid Lane position shown on the giant screen.

"My journey ends today."

"But Orion's doesn't."

"The Mid Lane I leave behind..."

"Doesn't belong to the past."

"It belongs to the future."

He smiled.

"And whoever sits in that chair next... Take care of these idiots."

The entire arena burst into laughter. Even Kushagra laughed while shaking his head.

---

Sarthak raised the championship trophy one final time.

The cameras captured the image forever.

One last championship.

One last victory.

One last farewell.

High above the arena...

In the VIP section...

Vedhathvika watched silently.

Her gaze lingered on the empty Mid Lane chair displayed on the giant screen.

A position.

A responsibility.

A legacy.

One that, unknown to almost everyone in the arena...

Was quietly waiting for its next guardian.

And destiny...

Had already begun walking toward it.

The trophy ceremony had finally come to an end.

Fans slowly began leaving their seats.

Media personnel rushed toward the interview zone.

Players disappeared into different corridors for post-match obligations.

The backstage hallway, however...

Was unusually quiet.

---

Vedhathvika stood alone near the glass corridor overlooking the arena.

The championship stage below was slowly being dismantled.

She let out a slow breath.

"So this is professional esports..."

"It's louder than music..."

"Yet somehow..."

"It feels like home."

A small smile unknowingly appeared on her lips.

She had already made her decision.

She was going to join Orion.

Not because they were champions.

Not because they had won today.

But because she had witnessed something far more valuable.

A family.

---

"Vedhathvika."

The familiar voice made her turn around.

Advik walked toward her, still wearing Team Glaze's jersey.

He had changed after the match.

His frustration had settled into determination.

For a few seconds...

Neither of them spoke.

Finally, he broke the silence.

"So..."

"You've seen professional esports now."

"I have."

"What did you think?"

She answered honestly.

"I loved it."

He smiled.

"I knew you would."

---

He stepped a little closer.

"If you're really planning to become a professional..."

"Join Glaze."

Vedhathvika looked at him quietly.

He continued.

"You already know me."

"You know how I play."

"I'll personally train you."

"You won't have to struggle."

"We'll build the strongest roster in the country."

He looked directly into her eyes.

"I'll make sure you become a national champion."

"And one day..."

"I'll place the championship trophy in your hands myself."

His offer was sincere.

Professional.

There was no trace of their old relationship in his words.

Only respect for her talent.

---

Vedhathvika remained silent for a few moments.

Then...

She smiled gently.

"Thank you."

Advik's expression relaxed.

"But..."

Her next words stopped him.

"I've already made my decision."

His smile faded.

"I'm joining Orion."

Silence.

The hallway suddenly felt colder.

---

"Orion?"

His voice became noticeably firmer.

"They're our biggest rivals."

"I know."

"You'll be playing against me."

"I know."

"You'll have to defeat me."

"I know."

Her calmness only frustrated him further.

---

"Why them?"

He asked.

"What do they have..."

"...that Glaze doesn't?"

Vedhathvika answered without hesitation.

"They trust each other."

"They win together."

"They lose together."

"They celebrate together."

"And today..."

"They cried together."

She looked toward the empty arena.

"I didn't just see five players."

"I saw a family."

---

Advik frowned.

"You think Glaze isn't one?"

She shook her head gently.

"I didn't say that"

"I'm only saying..."

"My place isn't with Glaze."

"It's with Orion."

---

His competitive pride finally surfaced.

"So that's it?"

"You're choosing the champions?"

Vedhathvika laughed softly.

"If I wanted the easiest road..."

"I would've accepted your offer."

"You literally promised to hand me trophies."

She folded her arms.

"But I don't want trophies that someone else earns for me."

Her voice became firmer.

"If I ever lift a championship..."

"I want to know that I earned every inch of it."

---

Advik looked at her in disbelief.

"You think Orion can make you stronger than I can?"

She answered immediately.

"No."

"I think I can become stronger there."

There was a difference.

A very important one.

---

Advik exhaled sharply.

"So you've already chosen."

"Yes."

"There isn't anything I can say?"

"No."

He smiled bitterly.

"You've always been this stubborn."

She smiled back.

"And you've always underestimated how stubborn I could be."

---

Just then...

Footsteps echoed from the other end of the corridor.

Kushagra had just finished a media interview.

He wasn't trying to eavesdrop.

But the raised voices naturally reached him.

He slowed his pace.

Without revealing himself...

He quietly listened.

---

Advik spoke again.

"Do you even know how hard Orion trains?"

"They'll push you beyond your limits."

Vedhathvika nodded.

"I hope they do."

"You'll fail."

"I might."

"You'll cry."

"I probably will."

"You'll want to quit."

"I might."

Advik looked confused.

"Then why?"

Her answer came without even a second's hesitation.

"Because difficult paths create stronger people."

"If I want to stand beside legends..."

"I'll first become worthy of standing beside them."

Silence.

---

Hidden around the corner...

Kushagra stood still.

His expression changed ever so slightly.

Until today...

He had only admired Luneria's gameplay.

Now...

For the first time...

He admired the person behind that ID.

She wasn't chasing fame.

She wasn't chasing money.

She wasn't even chasing championships.

She was chasing growth.

Very few players ever understood that difference.

A faint smile appeared on Kushagra's face.

"Sarthak..."

"I think..."

"You found us the right successor."

---

Advik finally nodded.

"I won't try to stop you anymore."

He extended his hand.

"When we meet on the stage..."

"I won't go easy on you."

Vedhathvika accepted the handshake.

"I'd be disappointed if you did."

The two released each other's hands.

The past had ended.

From now on...

They would meet only as competitors.

Not as former fiancés.

Not as unfinished memories.

But as players...

Walking toward the same dream from opposite sides of the battlefield.

And somewhere behind the corridor...

The captain of Orion quietly walked away...

Already looking forward to the day his mysterious new teammate would finally wear the Orion jersey.

The corridor fell silent.

Vedhathvika walked away without looking back.

Her footsteps gradually disappeared into the distance.

For a few moments...

Advik remained standing exactly where he was.

His eyes lingered in the direction she had left.

A quiet sigh escaped him.

"So..."

"Orion."

He smiled bitterly to himself.

"I really lost this one."

Just as he turned to leave...

A calm voice came from behind him.

"You didn't lose."

"You were simply not her choice."

Advik slowly turned around.

Standing a few steps away was Kushagra Singh.

Still dressed in Orion's championship jersey.

His hands rested casually in his pockets, his expression calm and unreadable.

The two captains looked at one another.

Neither carried hostility.

Only mutual respect.

---

Advik let out a dry laugh.

"So..."

"How much did you hear?"

Kushagra answered honestly.

"Enough."

"I wasn't trying to listen but neither of you were exactly whispering."

Advik shook his head.

"Fair."

---

For a moment...

Neither spoke.

Then Advik smiled faintly.

"So your new player..."

"Looks like she's already chosen Orion.

Kushagra met his gaze.

"Looks like she has."

Advik folded his arms.

"I offered her Glaze, offered her the best resources. The best coaching. The easiest path."

Kushagra nodded.

"And she still refused."

"She did."

Advik looked toward the arena once more.

"Take care of her."

Kushagra raised an eyebrow.

Advik continued quietly,

"She's stronger than most people think. But... She's also been through more than most people will ever know."

Kushagra didn't ask questions.

He simply replied,

"I don't judge my teammates by their past. I judge them by the person they choose to become."

Advik smiled.

"That's a very captain-like answer."

---

Kushagra's expression softened slightly.

"I heard something else too."

Advik looked at him.

"You told her you'd hand her trophies."

Advik chuckled.

"I meant it."

"I know. But that's exactly why she refused."

He looked directly at Advik.

"Some people don't want success gifted to them. They want the chance to earn it and honestly... I respect that."

Advik quietly nodded.

"So do I."

---

The two captains exchanged one final look.

Advik extended his hand.

"When she joins Orion... Don't expect Glaze to show mercy. You won't need one. She is strong enough. More than you can even imagined."

Kushagra accepted the handshake.

"We never asked for mercy."

The two smiled.

A rivalry remained a rivalry. But between true competitors...

Respect always came first.

---

That evening...

Back at Orion Headquarters in Delhi...

The championship trophy had already found its place inside the team's trophy room.

The office, however, was unusually quiet.

The celebrations had ended.

Reality had returned.

Sarthak's retirement had left behind an empty chair.

An empty position.

An empty space that no trophy could fill.

---

Kushagra stood by the large glass window overlooking the practice arena.

His thoughts repeatedly returned to the conversation he had overheard.

"If I want to stand beside legends..."

"I'll first become worthy of standing beside them."

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"Interesting."

---

The practice room door opened.

Kunal walked in carrying two cans of coffee.

"There you are."

"I've been looking everywhere."

Soon...

Harish and Vedant joined them.

The four gathered around the discussion table.

Kunal noticed Kushagra's thoughtful expression.

"What's going on?"

"You've been unusually quiet."

---

Kushagra leaned back in his chair.

"I heard Luneria talking."

The room instantly became silent.

"You what?"

Harish asked.

"You heard her?"

Kushagra nodded.

"By accident."

"I only overheard her conversation."

"With Advik."

The three players exchanged surprised looks.

Vedant leaned forward.

"What happened?"

Kushagra slowly narrated the entire conversation.

How Advik had offered her a place in Glaze.

How she had refused.

How she had chosen Orion.

Not because they were champions...

But because she believed in the family they had built.

When he finished...

No one spoke for several seconds.

Harish smiled first.

"I already like her."

Kunal laughed.

"Same."

Vedant nodded enthusiastically.

"Anyone who voluntarily chooses our torture schedule deserves respect."

The room burst into laughter.

---

Just then...

Through the glass wall...

Kushagra noticed Arush and Sarthak talking in the conference room next door.

Both appeared deeply engaged in discussion.

Curious, the four walked over.

As Kushagra entered...

Arush looked up.

"Perfect timing."

"We were just talking about the future."

Kushagra sat down.

"Sarthak?"

The veteran smiled.

"I've made my decision."

Everyone looked at him.

---

"I may be retiring as a player..."

He paused before smiling warmly.

"But I'm not leaving Orion."

The room instantly brightened.

"I've accepted the organization's offer."

"I'll be staying."

"As Orion's Senior Coach."

For a second...

No one reacted.

Then Kunal practically jumped out of his chair.

"WHAT?!

Harish laughed aloud.

"You're serious?"

Sarthak nodded proudly.

"Very."

"I've spent too many years building this team."

"I'm not disappearing now."

"If I can't fight beside you..."

"I'll stand behind you."

"And make sure none of you become lazy."

Vedant groaned dramatically.

"So retirement was a lie?"

Sarthak laughed.

"Retirement as a player."

"Not as your headache."

The entire room erupted into laughter.

---

Kushagra looked at Sarthak for a long moment.

Then smiled.

"I'm glad."

Sarthak raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Because..."

Kushagra looked toward the empty Mid Lane seat in the practice room.

"Our next Mid Laner..."

"Is going to need someone who understands exactly what that chair means."

Sarthak followed his gaze.

His smile grew softer.

"I know."

"And when Luneria finally walks through those doors..."

"I'll make sure she understands..."

"That wearing Orion's jersey isn't just about skill."

"It's about becoming part of a family."

Outside the practice room...

The empty Mid Lane chair stood quietly beneath the bright training lights.

Waiting.

For the player destiny had already chosen.

Late that night...

The lights of Mumbai glittered outside Vedhathvika's penthouse.

She had finally changed into comfortable clothes-a loose lavender hoodie, white pajamas and her hair tied into a messy bun.

Toffee, her fluffy white cat, lazily rested beside her feet while she sat before her gaming setup.

Her phone buzzed.

A message from Arush.

Arush: "Good evening, Ms. Vedhathvika. Hope you reached safely. If you've made your decision, please let me know. There is absolutely no pressure."

She read it twice.

A smile slowly appeared.

Without overthinking...

She typed.

Vedhathvika: Good Evening, Mr. Arush.I have made my decision.

I would like to accept Orion's offer.

I look forward to learning from everyone. Let's create history together.

She pressed Send.

A few seconds later...

Her phone began vibrating continuously.

---

Orion Headquarters - New Delhi

Arush stared at his phone.

His eyes widened.

Then...

He jumped from his chair.

"YES!"

The sudden shout echoed throughout the office.

Harish almost dropped his coffee.

"What happened?!"

Kunal looked up from his console.

"Did we sign someone?"

Arush held up his phone with a grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Luneria accepted!"

For two seconds...

Complete silence.

Then...

The entire practice room exploded.

"What?!"

"Seriously?!"

"No way!"

Vedant literally ran around the room like an excited child.

Kunal hugged Harish.

Harish complained while laughing,

"Leave me! I still need oxygen!"

Even Kushagra, who rarely showed much emotion, smiled.

"So..."

"She's officially part of Orion."

---

Sarthak quietly closed his eyes.

A satisfied smile crossed his face.

"I told you."

"She's worth waiting for."

---

Arush quickly opened Orion's private communication server.

Without wasting another second...

He created a new group.

ORION - MAIN ROSTER

Members joined one after another.

Night

Inferno

Echo

Storm

Coach Sarthak

Finally...

A new notification appeared.

Luneria has joined the group.

For a moment...

No one typed anything.

Everyone was waiting for someone else to speak first.

---

Kunal couldn't control himself.

Inferno: WELCOME TO THE MADHOUSE!!

Harish immediately replied.

Echo: Please ignore him. He's excited because someone new finally has to tolerate him.

Inferno: TRAITOR.

Storm: Congratulations, Luneria.

Storm: Looking forward to playing together.

A few seconds later...

A small message appeared.

Luneria: Thank you.

I'm looking forward to learning from all of you too.

Simple.

Polite.

Exactly as everyone had imagined.

---

Then...

Another message appeared.

Coach Sarthak: Welcome to Orion, Kid.

You'll work hard.

You'll lose sleep.

You'll curse me during training.

But one day... you'll thank me.

A small laughing emoji appeared from Luneria.

Luneria: I'll remember this message, Coach.

---

Everyone waited.

Only one person still hadn't spoken.

Night.

After almost a minute...

His notification finally appeared.

Night: Welcome to Orion.

Your skill earned you this place.

From today onward... don't think of yourself as an outsider.

You're one of us now.

No unnecessary words.

No dramatic speech.

Yet...

For some reason...

Vedhathvika read that message twice.

Then smiled softly.

She replied.

Luneria: Thank you, Captain.

I'll do my best not to disappoint the team.

---

Immediately...

Kunal ruined the emotional moment.

Inferno: Captain, she called you Captain.

Inferno: I still call him Oye.

Echo: And that's why your punishment matches increase every week.

Inferno: ...worth it.

The group chat instantly filled with laughing emojis.

Even Kushagra shook his head while smiling.

---

Then Arush typed.

Arush: Everyone, official announcement.

Luneria will join training after the contract formalities are completed.

Until then, nobody asks unnecessary personal questions.

No investigations.

No guessing games.

Respect her privacy.

Within seconds...

Replies flooded in.

Storm: Understood.

Echo: Agreed.

Coach Sarthak: Anyone who troubles my Mid Laner trains two extra hours.

Inferno: ...I'm suddenly a very respectful person.

---

Vedhathvika laughed aloud.

Toffee lifted his head in confusion seeing his Mumma laugh so carefree. She scratched behind his ears.

"They're... strange but..."

She looked once more at the lively chat.

"...they're warm."

For the first time in three years...

Joining something new didn't frighten her.

Instead...

It felt as if she had just stepped into a home that had been waiting for her.

And somewhere far away...

The five members of Orion looked at the name Luneria glowing on their screens.

None of them knew that behind that simple gaming ID...

Sat one of India's biggest music icons...

One of the country's youngest business executives...

And the woman who would soon change Orion's destiny forever.