It had been a week since that special night. These days, Abhimaan was swamped with office work, projects, and meetings. He hardly found time for anything, especially for her. By the time she woke up, he was already gone to the office, and at night, he came back late.

The golden morning light spilled across the rumpled sheets, illuminating the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to the fabric. Kiara sighed as she stretched her arms above her head, fingers lingered on the empty space beside her, tracing the absence like a ghost. The indentation from his body had long since disappeared, the sheets smooth and untouched on his side of the bed. Another morning waking up alone.