Across the city, Meera was facing her own tribunal. She had posted a picture—not of a presentation or a boardroom victory, but of a simple, handwritten note she had left for her mother-in-law. It said, "Thank you for the tea. It tasted like home." The comments section of her "Professional Network" was confused. "Meera, is everything okay? You seem... different." "Why are you glorifying domestic servitude? You are a CEO, not a Bahu." "Internalized patriarchy much?" Her college friend, Tanvi, DM'd her: "Babe, don't let the 'Trad Wife' trend get to you. You worked too hard to become a cliché." Meera felt a spike of Social Rejection. She realized that her "Old Self"—the stressed, hustling, transactional Superwoman—was acceptable because she validated everyone else’s stress. Her "New Self"—grounded, relational, and serving—was a threat. She went to Dr. Farah’s clinic that evening, fuming.