After returning from the village survey, Digvijay quickly freshened up and sat down for lunch. Shrimala served him carefully and then took a seat at a little distance, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Digvijay ate quietly, focused entirely on his food.

For Shrimala, just seeing her husband and her family peacefully taking a meal was enough to fill her heart with happiness. That simple act—watching them eat without any chaos—felt like a small blessing, a moment of calm she cherished deeply.