The room was dim, the soft flicker of ambient light from the bedside lamp barely enough to reveal their silhouettes. In the stillness, Veer stood by her bedside, his pulse quickening with every move he made. The tension in the air was thick, but Aarohi, calm and composed, seemed unfazed. It was her trust in him—trust that, despite his usual coldness, he was her husband. If she couldn't believe in him, who else would?

Veer’s hands were steady as he gently adjusted her clothes, though the sound of his heart thudding against his chest seemed louder than ever. As the lights flickered on, revealing her fully dressed, Aarohi's cheeks flushed a delicate pink. It was a moment of awkwardness, of vulnerability, but she quickly masked it with a soft smile, hiding the growing embarrassment.