That night, Arjun recorded his own low-fi version on his phone—no theft, no risk. He cleaned the audio, trimmed the silence, and sent it to his niece with a note: “Preview. Official soon.” She opened it in the morning, eyes lighting up as the familiar tune swelled from the phone. She danced barefoot on the balcony, oblivious to the release schedules and digital ethics debates. For those three minutes, the song belonged to them.