The ceremony had finally come to an end, and the magnificent Durbar Hall of Rashtrapati Bhavan gradually came back to life with the soft exchange of joy and pride. The awardees were congregating close to the marble corridors, their medals shining under the golden chandeliers. Siya, who was still in her white anarkali was clicking selfies.

Down the hall, Shashwat observed quietly , still in his ceremonial attire, maroon beret on his head, stance rigid but gaze gentle.. Observing her smile on, her soft laughter as her medal shone by her heart, was sufficient.