The soft night air drifts into the room as Rivaan steps out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed in simple, comfortable clothes. The tension of the day seems to linger faintly around him, but the quiet of the night feels almost like a balm. He notices Meher standing on the balcony, her silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the moon.

Her hair moves slightly in the breeze. She leans lightly on the railing, staring at the sky, the city lights below sparkling like tiny stars, but her eyes are fixed above, where the moon casts silver light across the world.