The transformation in Anant was instantaneous and almost magical to witness. One moment he had been a towering figure of authority, his voice echoing through the office with barely contained fury, and the next, he was staring at his daughter with an expression that could only be described as pure, unadulterated love.

The anger that had been radiating from him like heat waves simply evaporated. His rigid posture softened, his clenched fists relaxed at his sides, and his face - which had been flushed red with frustration just seconds earlier - now glowed with warmth and tenderness. It was as if someone had flipped a switch, replacing the intimidating business mogul with a devoted father.