Vidisha was trying to focus. The arsonist’s pattern had shifted, and the entire team was on edge, pouring over new evidence, analyzing every detail that might give them a lead. But her concentration kept slipping, and no matter how much she tried to bury herself in the work, thoughts of Raunak clawed their way to the surface.
She rubbed her eyes, exhaustion tugging at her, both mentally and physically. Over the past few days, the weight of balancing her professional responsibilities with her increasingly complicated personal life had grown unbearable. She had promised Raunak they would take things slow, keep their distance until the case was solved, but every time they crossed paths, her resolve weakened.
The firehouse was buzzing with activity, radios crackling with updates, firefighter
