The pale morning light seeped through the blinds of the hospital room. The rhythmic beeping of the monitor had steadied overnight, but Anubhav hadn't left his place beside her bed. His uniform coat lay draped on the chair, sleeves rolled up, eyes weary from the sleepless night—yet filled with a quiet determination.

Haseena stirred, blinking weakly as the world came back into focus. The first thing she saw was him. Sitting close, his posture stiff but his gaze soft, as though every moment he had fought with destiny just to keep her here.