The sunlight filtered through the curtains of the lounge, casting a soft glow over the room. Daksh was sprawled on the couch, his arm resting over his face, his breathing slow and steady. He looked peaceful, far removed from his usual sharp and calculating demeanor.

Khushi sat on a chair across from him. She rested her slightly tilted head on her fist, her elbow resting on the arms of chair, as she stared at him, her thoughts tangled.