few days slipped by quietly, and in that time, things between Tara and Mihir began to change for the better. The distance that once lingered between them slowly melted away, replaced by comfort and an unspoken understanding. Small gestures, shared silences, and light conversations turned into threads weaving them closer. Everything around them, which once felt scattered and uncertain, started falling into place—like life itself had begun aligning with the bond they were building.

One evening, while Tara was reading by the window, Mihir walked in, his tone casual yet carrying a hint of decision.