Chapter 24

Vikram awoke to the same familiar sounds—the chirp of birds outside the window, the soft hum of the elevator in the distance, and the quiet rustle of fabric as Tara moved about the room. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room. Tara was by the window, her silhouette framed by the light, her face turned toward the outdoors. She looked peaceful in this moment, a sharp contrast to the whirlwind of emotions that had often gripped him in recent months.