The days continued to pass, each one leaving Anubhav more restless than the last. He could not understand the reason behind the storm of pain Haseena carried within her. No matter how hard he tried, she refused to let him see beyond her walls—speaking to him only when duty demanded, maintaining a strict distance, hiding her wounded heart behind the cold mask of professionalism. The distance cut into both of them. For Anubhav, it was the ache of being shut out. For Haseena, it was the agony of walking away from the only peace she had ever known.

For the first time since her parents' love had been snatched away, she had felt warmth—his care, his quiet presence. Yet she was willing to crush that fragile peace, because to her, his life meant far more than her own heart's longings.