The drive to Aarohi’s parents' house was quiet, except for the occasional glances Veer gave her as she stared out the window, lost in her thoughts. Her fingers fiddled with the edge of her dupatta, her mind busy imagining the warmth of her home and the conversations she'd have with her parents. It had been weeks since she last visited, and Aarohi had missed them terribly.

The moment they arrived, Veer stepped out of the car first. His sharp, confident movements reflected his usual composed demeanor. Aarohi watched as he scanned the area discreetly, his gaze briefly lingering on the surroundings to ensure everything was secure.