The sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Abhira stirred slightly, her body cocooned in warmth, but something was disturbing her sleep. It wasn't just the morning light—it was the feel of Armaan's slow, rhythmic breaths fanning across her neck.

He was draped over her, his head resting on her shoulder, arms wrapped tightly around her waist, as though he were holding onto her for dear life. His grip was firm, as if letting go would mean losing his anchor.

Her fingers were nestled in his hair, lazily stroking through the dark strands, but now she was slowly coming to consciousness, her mind still half-asleep. The soft buzzing of the alarm on her nightstand broke the gentle stillness of the morning. But instead of waking up, Armaan only burrowed closer, his face nuzzling into the crook of her neck, clearly unwilling to part from the refuge he had found in her warmth.

Abhira blinked the sleep from her eyes, shifting slightly so she could take in the sight of him. His hair was tousled, a mess from tossing and turning throughout the night. His face was marred with lines of worry, his brows furrowed even in his sleep, and she could see the dried trails of tears on his cheeks—evidence of the torment he had endured the night before. Her heart clenched at the sight.

She turned gently, careful not to disturb him too much, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. As if by reflex, Armaan let out a soft hum and curled deeper into her body, his arms tightening around her.

On any other morning, she might have teased him awake, reminding him of the day ahead, but today was different. After everything that had happened, she didn’t have the heart to wake him. She knew how badly he needed the rest, how much he had suffered since the events of yesterday had unfolded.

Since she had returned home the previous evening, Armaan had been quieter than usual, barely speaking a word. He had done nothing but cling to the small turtle he had held onto so tightly, his eyes vacant, his mind distant. Abhira had tried to coax him into conversation, into helping her with small tasks around the house, but nothing seemed to break through the heavy silence that had enveloped him. The weight of the day had pressed down on him, and for the first time, Abhira felt powerless to lift that burden from his shoulders.

Last night, Armaan had refused dinner, pushing his plate away after just a few spoonfuls. She had practically turned into moommy mode to just maks him eat, her voice breaking as she urged him to take just one more bite, but even then, he had only managed a mouthful or two. His eyes had been empty, lost somewhere far away, trapped in the turmoil of his own thoughts.

When they had finally gone to bed, it was no better. He had tossed and turned, his body restless, unable to find peace or sleep. Every time she reached for him, hoping to offer comfort, he would stiffen or pull away, as if he couldn’t bear the closeness of even her touch in those moments.

Abhira remembered how, late into the night, she had finally convinced him to rest his head on her lap. "Armaan," she had whispered, her voice soft but firm. "Just… rest. Let me help you, please."

He had hesitated, but eventually, he had given in, laying his head across her thighs as she began to gently stroke his hair, humming a soft tune that she knew would soothed him. For a while, there was silence, but then Armaan had turned, pressing his face against her abdomen, his body trembling as soft, broken sobs escaped him. He had tried to hold it all in, but he couldn’t anymore. The dam had finally burst.

"Shh… I’m here," Abhira had whispered, her heart breaking for him. "It’s okay. Just let it out."

His sobs had grown louder, more desperate, and she had held him tightly, cradling his head as though he were fragile, as though he might shatter into pieces. She hadn’t let go until, slowly, his tears had subsided, and his breathing had begun to even out. His exhaustion had finally taken over, and he had fallen asleep in her lap, still clutching onto her as if she were the only thing tethering him to this world.

Once he had drifted off, Abhira had gently adjusted his body on the bed. It hadn’t been easy—Armaan was heavy, but she was hulk ki mameri behan— and so she had managed to position him comfortably, making sure he was resting as peacefully as he could. Even in his sleep, his grip on her had remained strong, his hand refusing to let her go, as if some part of him still feared losing her.

She had kissed his forehead, his hair, his cheek, whispering words of love and reassurance to his sleeping form. "You’ll be okay," she had told him softly. "We’ll get through this. Together." And with each kiss, she had hoped her love would somehow ease the pain that weighed so heavily on him.

And as she watched him, vulnerable and fragile in his sleep, she promised herself that she would help him find his strength again—no matter how long it took, no matter how many battles they had to face. She would be his rock, just as he had always been hers. And together, they would rise again.

Now, as the morning sunlight filtered through the room, Abhira was brought back to the present. She smiled weakly, her fingers still threading through Armaan’s messy hair. His breathing had grown deeper, more relaxed, though his grip on her had not loosened. She ruffled his hair softly, her touch gentle, and was met with a soft whimper from him.

"Armaan…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. She knew today would bring its own set of challenges, but for now, in this moment, all that mattered was him. All she wanted was for him to feel her presence, to know that no matter what, she would be there by his side.

His face, now softened by sleep, was free of the deep lines of worry he’d worn the day before, and his breath against her neck had become a familiar rhythm. A sense of calm washed over her, but she couldn’t resist the playful urge that was building up inside her.

Without warning, Abhira’s fingers found their way to his side, and she lightly tickled him.

Armaan stirred, frowning in his sleep, but when the tickling didn’t stop, his lips curved into a sleepy grin. "Abhira… stop it," he mumbled, his voice raspy from sleep.

But Abhira giggled, determined to wake him up. "Oh, come on, khadusmaan, it's morning! Time to wake up!" Her fingers worked their way up his ribs, drawing more laughter from him.

"That’s it!" Armaan groaned playfully, flipping over suddenly and pinning her to the bed in one swift motion. His eyes were still a little hazy from sleep, but they sparkled with mischief. "You think you can wake me up like that and get away with it?"

Before she could respond, Armaan's hands found her sides, and he began tickling her mercilessly, showing no restraint. Abhira shrieked with laughter, squirming beneath him as she tried to push him away. "Armaan! Stop! Please!"

"Oh no," Armaan grinned, "you started this, and now I’m not stopping until you beg for mercy."

Abhira’s laughter filled the room, and for a moment, it felt like the heaviness of yesterday had melted away. She wriggled beneath him, trying to escape, but he held her down, his fingers dancing along her sides as she gasped for air between giggles.

Just as the playful tickling began to subside, Armaan leaned in, his face inches from hers, his gaze shifting to something more intense. His eyes locked onto her lips, and the room suddenly grew quiet. His hands, once tickling, now rested gently on her waist, and the atmosphere between them shifted from playful to romantic.

He dipped his head slowly, his lips just inches from hers, about to capture them in a kiss.

But at the very last second, Abhira smirked and turned her face to the side, causing him to land his kiss on the bed instead.

Armaan blinked, his lips pressed against the mattress, clearly caught off guard by her move. Abhira giggled, taking advantage of his momentary confusion to slip out from under him. "Not so fast, Mr. Poddar!" she teased, standing up and adjusting her clothes. "We haven't even brushed our teeth yet, and you were about to kiss me. That’s unhygienic!" She wagged her finger at him, pretending to be serious.

Armaan groaned in frustration, smacking the mattress with his hand as he sat up. "I’ll get you for that, Abhira," he said, shaking his head with a grin. His voice was playful, but the teasing glint in his eyes told her that he was already plotting his revenge. He reached out to grab her, but before he could, she darted towards the washroom, laughing as she went.

"You’ll have to catch me first!" she called over her shoulder, slipping into the washroom and closing the door behind her.

Armaan sat back on the bed, tangled in the sheets, hugging a pillow to his chest. He grinned to himself, shaking his head at her antics. She always knew how to brighten his mood, how to make him forget the weight of the world, even if just for a moment.

Peeking out from the washroom door, Abhira couldn’t help but smile. He looked so adorable, sitting there with that playful smile on his face, his hair still a mess, sheets tangled around his legs. The worry and sadness of yesterday seemed to have lifted, at least for now, and that was all Abhira had wanted—to give him some peace, even if it was only for a little while.

She would trade anything for that smile on his face.

Armaan freshened up and made his way to the kitchen, following the delicious smell of freshly made paranthas. As he entered, his eyes landed on Abhira, standing by the stove, expertly flipping a parantha on the gas. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she had a small smile on her face as she concentrated on the task at hand. Armaan couldn’t help but smile himself—this incredible woman, who managed to bring light into the darkest moments of his life, was his. His to love, his to cherish, his to hold.

Without a second thought, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a warm back hug. He rested his chin on her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of her hair as he watched her place the last rolled-out parantha onto the gas.

“Good morning, my chef,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

Abhira smiled, her hands still working on the parantha. “Good morning, Mr. Sleepyhead. I see you finally decided to wake up.”

Armaan chuckled, holding her tighter. “How could I not, when I knew you’d be making something this delicious?” He kissed her other cheek, then her temple, causing her to giggle.

“Armaan! Let me finish this first,” she said, her voice teasing, though she made no attempt to move away from his embrace.

“You’re doing great. Don’t mind me,” he replied, his lips brushing against her skin again. He stayed glued to her, watching as she expertly flipped the final parantha onto the plate. “You know,” he murmured, “you’re amazing. And you smell like heaven.”

Abhira shook her head, smiling as she turned off the stove. “Flattery won’t get you extra paranthas.”

“Oh, but maybe it will get me something else,” he said mischievously, just as his stomach growled loudly, breaking the moment.

Abhira burst out laughing. “Oh my God, Armaan! I think your stomach’s trying to tell me something.”

Armaan rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I guess I’m a bit hungry. Didn’t eat much last night, you know.”

She playfully poked his side. “A bit hungry? That growl sounded like you’re ready to devour the entire kitchen!”

Armaan grinned. “Well, that’s why I have you to save me, right?”

Together, they set up the table. Armaan poured tea for both of them, and Abhira placed the paranthas and pickles on the plates. They sat down to enjoy their breakfast, the warmth of the food and each other’s company making the morning feel perfect.

As they dug in, Armaan leaned back, a content smile on his face. “So, no court today?”

Abhira shook her head. “Nope. I just had a client meeting, but it got postponed to the evening.”

Armaan’s face lit up with a little more joy. “That means… you’ll be here with me?”

“Of course,” she smiled, noticing the relief in his voice. She reached out and touched his hand. “I’ll be here. You know I’d rather be with you.”

Armaan squeezed her hand, feeling the weight of his worries lift slightly. Her presence always made things better, even when everything else seemed to be falling apart.

“So,” Abhira said after a moment, “since we’re both free today, how do you want to spend the afternoon?”

Armaan thought for a second before his eyes gleamed with excitement. “How about a rom-com movie marathon? Something light, something fun. We could use a break.”

Abhira chuckled. “Rom-com, huh? I like the idea. Anything to give you company today.”

With breakfast finished, Armaan stood up, gathering the plates. “You made breakfast, so I’ll do the dishes.”

Abhira raised an eyebrow. “I can help, you know.”

But Armaan wasn’t having it. “Nope, I’ve got this.”

When she tried to insist again, Armaan swiftly lifted her off the ground and placed her on the kitchen slab. “You’re stubborn, but I’m not letting you help. Just sit here and keep me company.”

Abhira laughed as he set her down on the counter. “Fine, fine. I’ll sit here and supervise.”

Armaan got to work, washing the dishes while sneaking glances at Abhira every now and then. His heart felt lighter in her presence, the weight of the previous day’s troubles fading for now.

When he finished, he dried his hands and walked back to her. “You know,” he said, leaning in closer, “I still owe you something from this morning.”

Abhira looked at him, confused. “Oh?”

As Armaan leaned in closer, his eyes locked with Abhira’s, the playful glint in them deepening into something more intense. Her heart began to race as he cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs gently brushing her cheeks. He paused for a moment, his breath mingling with hers, letting the anticipation build between them.

Then, slowly, his lips met hers.

The kiss started soft, a gentle press of his lips against hers, tender yet filled with unspoken emotion. It was as if all the love, the relief, and the comfort they found in each other were pouring through that simple touch. But soon, the softness gave way to something more. Armaan deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers with growing passion, his hands sliding from her face to her waist, pulling her closer to him as if he needed to feel her warmth entirely.

Abhira responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding onto him as though he was her anchor. Every movement was slow but deliberate, each touch igniting sparks between them, the world outside fading into nothingness.

The kiss grew more fervent, their breathing becoming heavier, and it felt like time had stopped around them. Armaan’s hands traveled down her back, holding her close, while Abhira’s hands trailed from his hair to his shoulders, gripping him tightly. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, a shared vulnerability between them as they poured their emotions into each other through that kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, both breathing heavily, the connection between them palpable. Armaan’s eyes lingered on her lips, a satisfied smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

“That,” he whispered against her lips, “was the revenge I was talking about.”

Abhira, breathless and flushed, could only smile, her heart still fluttering from the intensity of it all.

Armaan chuckled, pulling her close again, this time wrapping her in a warm hug. “And I plan to keep getting revenge all day,” he teased, his voice low and playful.

Abhira’s laughter filled the kitchen, and for the first time in days, everything felt right.

As the soft glow of the television filled the room, Armaan and Abhira were snuggled together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, creating their little cocoon of warmth and comfort. Abhira was leaning into him, her head resting against his chest, while Armaan’s arm circled around her waist protectively, keeping her close. A bowl of wafers sat between them, and every now and then, they would munch on one, sharing casual moments of comfort and familiarity.

The rom-com was in full swing, a light-hearted scene playing on the screen, but Armaan’s attention wasn’t really on the movie. Instead, his gaze kept drifting to Abhira, watching the way her face lit up with every amusing scene or sweet moment. He couldn’t help but marvel at how animated and beautiful she looked when she was immersed in something, her eyes wide with excitement, her lips curving into a smile or a laugh.

Just as a particularly funny scene unfolded, Abhira’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She sat up slightly and pointed at the screen, turning her head towards him quickly. “Armaan, look at that! Isn’t that—” But before she could finish, her hand accidentally hit his nose, making him wince.

“Ow!” Armaan whined playfully, scrunching his face and rubbing his nose, though a smile tugged at his lips. “Trying to knock me out, are you?”

Abhira gasped, her eyes wide with shock and then filled with laughter. “I’m sorry! I got a little too excited.” She leaned closer, examining his nose with mock seriousness. “Did I break it?” she teased, her fingers gently touching his face.

Armaan chuckled softly, shaking his head. “No, but I might need some extra pampering to recover,” he said with a grin, tightening his hold around her waist and pulling her back against him.

Abhira giggled, giving him a light peck on his cheek as compensation. “Better?”

“Hmm... much better,” Armaan responded, though his eyes told a different story—they were still full of adoration as he gazed down at her. He wasn’t focused on the movie at all, not really. Sure, it was playing in the background, but his attention was completely captivated by the woman beside him, the way her laugh echoed softly in his ears, the way her warmth felt so right against his body.

As the movie continued, Abhira was still caught up in the story, occasionally pointing out her favorite moments or quoting funny lines, but Armaan… Oh Armaan couldn’t stop staring at her. Her laughter, her excitement, the way she moved in his arms—it all filled him with an indescribable peace and contentment.

Every now and then, when she wasn’t looking, he’d sneak a kiss to the top of her head or gently rub circles on her waist with his thumb, feeling her respond with a relaxed sigh. It wasn’t just the movie or the wafers that made this moment special—it was them, together, wrapped in each other’s warmth, finding joy in the simple things.

For Armaan, the movie was just background noise. Abhira’s presence, her happiness, and the comfort of having her so close—that’s what truly mattered.

The chime of the doorbell echoed through the room, pulling Armaan’s attention away from the warmth of Abhira nestled against him. He frowned, clearly irritated by the interruption. Mentally, he cursed whoever stood behind that door for disturbing their cozy moment.

Abhira shifted slightly on the sofa, her eyes still focused on the movie, oblivious to his growing frustration. “I’ll get it,” Armaan muttered, slowly getting up, his arm reluctantly leaving its place around her waist.

Walking towards the door, he couldn’t help but feel a wave of annoyance settle in his chest. The doorbell rang again, insistently. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” Armaan grumbled under his breath as he unlocked the door.

As the door swung open, Armaan was met with the sight of a man standing before him in a perfectly tailored three-piece suit. His hair was neatly combed back, and his expression exuded a calm authority that made Armaan’s irritation spike even more. It was the last person he expected to see today.

“You,” Armaan said, his voice flat, not bothering to hide his displeasure.

The man in the suit, Dev, smiled warmly and nodded. “Armaan,” he greeted, as if they were old friends meeting after a long time. “How are you doing?”

Armaan’s jaw clenched. He hadn’t been in the mood for pleasantries, especially not now. He crossed his arms, his tone blunt. “What brings you here?” he asked without a hint of warmth, his annoyance seeping through his words.

Dev raised an eyebrow, looking slightly amused. “Is that how you welcome your guests these days?” he asked, his voice carrying a light teasing tone. “Not even inviting them inside?”

Before Armaan could snap back with a response, a familiar voice broke the tension.

“Dev Sir!” Abhira called out, walking over with a bright smile on her face. She had heard the exchange and her expression immediately softened upon seeing Dev at their doorstep. “It’s so nice to see you after so long!”

She stepped forward and greeted him warmly, her genuine happiness at seeing him a stark contrast to Armaan’s cool reception.

Armaan was reminded of the Entire Charu Fascio seeing Dev. Right from Ruhi breaking the news to the family, his families behavior with Abhira, Their Divorce to his almost marriage with Ruhi, it all flashed like a movie in his mind.

Abhira who had met her mentor, after her mumma and Armaan was delighted to see him recalling only the memories associated with her internship period at Dev's Firm, the Charu Fascio did not even cross her mind for the memories were really painful.

She waved him in, much to Armaan’s growing annoyance. “Please, come in,” Abhira said as she gestured for him to enter, her smile never faltering.

Dev smiled back at her, clearly more pleased to have found a friendlier face. “Thank you, Abhira. It’s good to see you as well.”

Armaan, however, stayed where he was, his eyes narrowing slightly as Dev stepped inside. He silently shut the door behind him, his mood still visibly sour. This was not how he’d imagined their quiet afternoon going.

As soon as Dev entered the living room, Armaan noticed Abhira suddenly become self-conscious about the mess they had made. The blanket they were wrapped in was strewn across the couch, a half-eaten pack of wafers lay on the floor, and cushions were in disarray. Abhira’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she fumbled with the blanket, trying to fold it quickly.

Armaan, seeing her struggle, immediately moved to help, grabbing the other end of the blanket and tidying up the space. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of Dev watching them with an amused, teasing smile, which only served to further irritate him.

When Abhira disappeared into the kitchen with the scattered items, Armaan turned to Dev, his frustration still evident. “What brings you here, Dev?” he asked again, not hiding his annoyance.

Dev simply chuckled, shaking his head. “Why are you so angry all the time, Armaan? Lighten up.”

Their exchange quickly escalated into a subtle battle of words, with Armaan's patience running thin. Just then, Abhira returned, interrupting them with her warm hospitality. “Dev Sir, would you like some coffee or tea?” she asked sweetly.

Dev smiled graciously. “Oh, I’m fine, Abhira. But since you insist, I’ll take a coffee, thanks.”

Armaan’s frown deepened at this. It was obvious that every little thing about Dev's presence was getting under his skin. He turned his attention back to Dev, asking with a sharper tone, “You still haven’t answered my question. Why are you here?”

Dev leaned back slightly, his expression becoming more serious. “The reason I’m here is you, Armaan,” he said.

Armaan's brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”

Dev sighed, his gaze softening as if he understood Armaan's bewilderment. “I just returned from the U.S. I’ve been there for nearly a year, ever since everything that happened after Gangaur, Charu's refusal, losing my son’s custody, leaving my firm behind—it was a lot.”

Armaan, still irritated, snapped back, “I still don’t get it. Why are you here?”

Just as he finished speaking, Abhira entered the room again, carefully holding a cup of coffee. She handed it to Dev, who thanked her warmly, and then settled beside Armaan. She placed her hand lightly on his elbow, sensing his growing agitation.

“I was in court yesterday,” Dev began again, taking a sip of his coffee, “and I heard about the press conference, about everything that’s happened recently.”

Armaan stiffened at the mention of the press conference. His body tensed, and his eyes instinctively flickered to Abhira. She immediately squeezed his arm, offering him silent comfort with a soft blink of her eyes.

Dev continued, “I won’t beat around the bush. Like I said, I’ve left my past behind, and I want to start fresh. I’m planning to open a new firm in Udaipur, and given everything that’s happened, I have an offer.”

Armaan and Abhira exchanged confused glances, unsure of where this was going. Dev paused for a moment, gauging their reactions, before dropping the bombshell.

“I want you to be my partner, Armaan,” Dev said clearly, looking directly into Armaan’s eyes. “I want to start this new firm with you.”

For a moment, there was only silence. Armaan and Abhira sat frozen, trying to process what Dev had just said. While Abhira’s face slowly morphed into a smile of surprise and encouragement, Armaan looked utterly stunned, too taken aback to even respond.

Dev, noticing Armaan's shock, smiled softly. “I have my reasons for making this choice, Armaan. You’ve always been the most ethical, hardworking advocate I’ve known. What the Poddars did doesn’t define you, and I believe we can build something great together.”

Abhira’s smile grew as she looked at Dev and then at Armaan, waiting for his response. But Armaan was still too stunned to react. His mind raced, trying to wrap around this unexpected opportunity laid before him.

Armaan’s jaw clenched as he stared at Dev, still trying to wrap his head around the offer. “Why are you really doing this? Is this some sort of revenge for what happened, or worse, are you offering this out of pity?”

Dev’s smile didn’t falter, his expression remaining warm yet firm. “Revenge? Armaan, what happened between Charu and me has nothing to do with you. You weren’t involved in that mess, so revenge is a possibility I can safely rule out. As for pity, the best lawyer in Udaipur doesn’t need anyone’s sympathy.”

Armaan scoffed softly, still not fully convinced, but Dev remained calm, his tone becoming more earnest. “Outside the Poddar firm, Armaan, you’re valued more than you realize. Your skills, your integrity—they’re seen and respected by people. You're not just another lawyer tied to the Poddars. You have a name of your own.”

Armaan still looked conflicted, his skepticism apparent. Sensing this, Dev leaned forward slightly, a more candid tone slipping into his voice. “Look, if I’m being completely honest, I’m being selfish here. Having you on my side means having the best advocate in Udaipur, and I’d be a fool not to seize that opportunity. I’m offering this for your sake as well as for mine.”

The room fell silent for a moment. Armaan processed Dev’s words, his emotions still raw from everything that had transpired recently. Suddenly, without a word, he stood up, his face hardening.

“Please finish your coffee and leave,” Armaan said coldly, before turning on his heel and walking out of the living room, heading straight to their bedroom, leaving Abhira and Dev behind.

Abhira watched him go, her heart aching at how burdened he seemed. She turned to Dev with an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry for how Armaan reacted. He’s... just really tense and overwhelmed right now. A lot has happened.”

Dev waved her apology away, his smile understanding. “It’s alright, Abhira. I didn’t expect him to take the offer easily. He’s going through a lot. I get it.”

Abhira nodded, relieved by Dev’s patience. “He’s just... messed up at the moment. His world has been turned upside down, and he’s trying to figure out how to stand on his own again.”

“I completely understand. It’s a lot to deal with. But I genuinely believe this could be a fresh start for him,” Dev said kindly, finishing his coffee. “If he decides to give it some thought, my offer still stands.”

Abhira smiled softly. “I’ll talk to him. Thank you for understanding, Dev Sir.”

Dev stood up, placing his empty cup on the table. “Take care of him, Abhira. He’s lucky to have you by his side.”

Abhira walked him to the door and waved him off with a grateful smile before returning to find Armaan. She quietly stepped into their bedroom, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands running through his hair in frustration.

She approached him slowly, standing in front of him without saying a word. For a few moments, the silence between them lingered, thick with unspoken tension.

Finally, she placed her hand gently on his shoulder. “Armaan…”

He let out a heavy sigh, not looking at her. “I don’t need his help. I don’t want to depend on anyone, especially someone like him.”

“I know,” Abhira said softly, her voice filled with understanding. “But maybe... just maybe, this isn’t about dependency. Maybe it’s about starting fresh, just like we talked about.”

He lifted his head slightly, meeting her gaze for the first time since Dev had left. His eyes were filled with frustration, but also with vulnerability. “It feels like everyone’s trying to fix me, Abhira. Like I’m broken.”

She cupped his face gently, her thumb brushing against his cheek. “You’re not broken, Armaan. You’re strong, and I believe in you. Whatever decision you make, I’ll stand by you.”

He leaned into her touch, his tension slowly melting away. “I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

“You don’t have to decide right now,” she whispered, her forehead resting against his. “We’ll figure it out together. Like we always do.”

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as if she were his anchor in the storm of uncertainty surrounding him. In that moment, all his frustrations seemed to fade away, replaced by the comfort of her presence.

"Thank you," he murmured against her, his voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled softly as she kissed the top of his head, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could face whatever came their way.

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Another Chapter. Second last of the flash back series.

What do think about Dev's Entry, well he was one character I thought has a lot of potential than just being charus love interest. So hence I plan to use it which ofc dkp did not.
(HE IS NOT ABHIR- TO CLARIFY)

~TheLostSoul