AUTHOR’ S POV :

Ishan sat in his darkened apartment, the faint city lights bleeding through the curtains. His eyes were fixed on the window, but his mind was trapped elsewhere, replaying every mistake, every word, every wound he had inflicted. He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to make sense of the crime he had committed, the damage he had caused to her, to himself… to the fragile thread that once held them together.