As the call with the secret association members of Adhushirts came to an end, silence filled the room. Yet inside him, there was no silence. His mind, as always, betrayed him wandering back to her.

Her face appeared before his eyes as though painted on the walls of his heart. That soft gaze of hers, tender yet piercing, lingered in his thoughts. Her smile so gentle, so unassuming had the power to melt away the heaviest of worries. The memory of her eyes held him captive; they weren’t just eyes, they were oceans, deep and unending, pulling him in with every glance. And her touch… even the faintest memory of it sent ripples across his skin, reminding him how fragile and alive he felt in her presence.