Later that afternoon, while Ahan napped peacefully in the guest room, Arohi sat in the quiet corner of Nina’s suite balcony, her gaze lost in the horizon. A soft breeze danced through her loose hair, but her mind felt anything but calm.
Nina walked out holding two mugs of chamomile tea, setting one in front of her best friend.
Arohi gave her a small smile. “Thanks.”
Nina sat beside her, curling her legs beneath her. “You’ve been quiet since morning.”
Arohi didn’t respond immediately. She looked down at the tea, fingers wrapped around the warmth.
“I woke up in his arms,” she whispered.
Nina's expression shifted. “Did something… happen?”
“No,” Arohi said quickly, shaking her head. “Not like that. He was sick, feverish. I stayed because Ahan was scared. He needed someone. And I guess I
