A single tear slipped from Veer’s eyes, tracing a path down his cheek as the weight of his memories pressed heavily on his chest. His heart ached, a raw and unbearable pain consuming him as he stood there. Aarohi’s gaze softened, her own heart twisting at the sight before her. She had never seen him so vulnerable, so broken. Veer—the man who never let his guard down, who never revealed his wounds—was now standing in front of her, stripped of his defenses.

“Veer…” she whispered softly, her voice trembling with emotion.