It was one of those calm evenings where the house felt unusually quiet the kind where the sky outside slowly melted into shades of orange and blue, where the world seemed to slow down on its own. Everything felt at peace. Everything... except Ansh.

Restlessness clung to him like a second skin. No matter how still the room was, his thoughts refused to settle. Aditi still hadn't talked to him properly, and that silence was gnawing at his insides. He could handle her anger her sharp words, her glare, even her stubborn sulking. But this? This quiet distance? It terrified him.