Evening had settled over the Shekhavat mansion. Aarohi sat quietly in her room, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the bedsheet. She had just returned from college, but her mind was far from her studies. For the past week, her life had been a rollercoaster of emotions. Veer's coldness had pierced her heart repeatedly, leaving her frustrated and hurt. Yet, the time spent with Rudra, her constant companion, had provided her with fleeting moments of solace. She shared everything with the tiger—her thoughts, her complaints, her fears, even the books she read aloud to him.

But tonight, frustration boiled within her. Sadness had turned to anger as she replayed Veer's harsh words in her mind. How dare he call my pain a drama? she thought bitterly. How dare he blame me for everything when his actions pushed me to that extreme? Her emotions reached their breaking point, and Aarohi stood up abruptly. Without a second thought, she marched to Veer's library.