But no.
She had known.
She knew it for certain now: she was in love with him. She had made sure of that before ever daring to confess. Afraid she might have been wrong.
But it was true. What she felt for Arnav was unlike anything she had ever felt for Arsene. It was deeper. Heavier. More dangerous. It was different from what she once felt for Arsene.
Arnav was the one who held the most powerful sway over her life now. He had become a force in her life. So unshakable, unrelenting. And even when he disappeared behind silence. She tried to reach for him.
Not just with her heart, but with her understanding.
She wanted to learn him. His sorrows, his quiet grief, the reason he flinched at affection. She wanted to fix what the world had broken in him. She wanted to bring them both back to
