The night passed in turmoil for both Aarav and Nisha, each lost in their own spirals of pain and confusion. Morning came, but the oppressive weight of the previous evening still hung in the air like a storm waiting to break.

Nisha woke early, her eyes swollen from crying. She sat by the window in the guest room, watching the pale light of dawn stretch across the sky. Sleep had evaded her entirely. Her thoughts kept circling back to Aarav, to Rohit’s words, and to the tangled mess that her life had become.