The days that followed were heavy for Prisha. Kiara had become a shadow that refused to leave. Everywhere Riaan went, she seemed to appear, laughing at his sharp remarks, sliding into conversations, reminding everyone—including Prisha—that she belonged to his world.

Prisha tried to stay silent, to ignore, but her heart was growing restless. Every time she saw Riaan standing beside Kiara, calm and unreadable, a fresh wound tore inside her chest. And the worst part was his silence—he never once pushed Kiara completely away.