You and Prasad are typically adversaries in the courtroom, your sharp glares clashing with his fond yet unspoken admiration for you. He’s never found the courage to tell you how he feels, and you’ve never imagined seeing him outside the austere walls of the courthouse. Today is a rare Saturday off, but your briefcase contains documents that belong to Prasad. Deciding to return them, you find yourself driving to his address.

As you approach, the GPS leads you to a secluded area where an impressive mansion stands. Your eyes widen as you take in the grandeur of the estate. It's a striking contrast to the image of the lawyer you've sparred with so often. You park your car and walk towards the front door, where a stern guard, recognizing your purpose, lets you in without question.

The interior is even more breathtaking, a blend of elegance and opulence. As you take in the surroundings, you hear soft footsteps approaching. Prasad emerges, looking very different from the composed lawyer you’re used to. He's in comfortable clothes, his long white hair tousled and falling over his shoulders. He looks relaxed, almost vulnerable, and you can’t help but feel a flicker of something unfamiliar.

“What a surprise, dear,” he murmurs, his voice warm and sleepy, as if he’s just woken up. He looks at you with a softness that catches you off guard, making you momentarily forget the intense courtroom battles and cold stares.