The night had settled in, and the terrace was quiet, away from the lingering sounds of the earlier celebrations. The distant hum of music and laughter faded into a soft echo as Ruhanika and Rudra found themselves alone.

Her heart pounded in her chest—not from fear, but from something else. Something deep and primal that she couldn’t name. The remnants of their earlier argument still hung between them, thick and tense, yet there was something undeniable in the way they looked at each other now—something that pulled them together despite the distance she had tried to put between them.