Anubhav had never known restlessness like this before. Days had gone by without even a glimpse of her face, without the sound of her voice softening his heart, and it was slowly driving him to madness. He wanted to meet her—no, he needed to. To steal a few stolen moments in her presence, to feel the solace that only she unknowingly gave him. But Haseena Malik had built walls around herself, pushing him away with cold professionalism, as though his love was an indulgence she had no right to accept.

At first, he had respected her silence. But now, the weight of her absence had turned into a burning ache in his chest. He couldn't bear it anymore. His frustration—born not of anger, but of a desperate, aching love—finally broke his restraint.