The night was heavy with anticipation, the city around us silent as if holding its breath. Aarav’s hand was tight around mine, his eyes scanning every shadow, every corner, but his presence was more than protection — it was a promise. I leaned against him, heart still racing from the events of the last few nights, yet for the first time, I felt an unshakable trust.

“You’re unusually quiet,” he said, his voice low, teasing, yet dangerous. “Thinking about how many people tried to touch what’s mine?”