Tara and Mihir walked toward the sleek private jet, the golden rays of the evening sun bouncing off its polished surface. The rest of the group followed close behind—Maan walking with easy strides beside Sara, his hand instinctively steadying her every now and then, while Veer and Smaira trailed, their eyes fixed on the four of them with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Inside the jet, the plush cream leather seats awaited them. Mihir naturally dropped beside Tara, his arm brushing against hers like it belonged there. Maan guided Sara gently to her seat, adjusting the belt for her with unnecessary care, while she silently let him, still lost in her own tangled thoughts.