Later that night, the counter-attack began. But not the way the internet expected. Aarav didn’t reply to the group chat. He didn’t delete the photo. Instead, he changed his profile picture. It was the photo of him washing dishes. No caption. No explanation. No defense. He owned the change. Meera went home. She didn’t delete the post about the tea. She didn’t write a "clapback" essay on feminism. She sat down with her mother-in-law and peeled peas. "Tanvi messaged me," Meera said quietly. "She thinks I'm losing my edge." Her mother-in-law laughed, splitting a pod open. "People are afraid of what they cannot buy, Meera. You can buy a CEO title. You cannot buy the feeling of peeling peas with someone who loves you. Let them be poor." The change was subtle, but it was seismic. They stopped Performing their life for an audience and started Inhabiting it for themselves.