Main — Hoon. Na

Now he stood outside the terrace gate of the old Tiwari mansion—her family’s abandoned property. The place she always fled to when the world became too heavy. The gate was unlocked. The staircase was dark.

“You can’t know.”

She turned her head slightly, just enough to see his silhouette against the faint glow of the city. His face was smudged with exhaustion, his shirt torn at the elbow from where he’d tripped over a fallen billboard. His eyes, though—they weren’t pleading. They weren’t desperate. They were simply there . Unblinking. Solid. main hoon. na

He was waiting for her.

“Go back, Arjun,” she whispered. “You can’t fix this.” Now he stood outside the terrace gate of

“Then why are you here?”

Main hoon. Na. — I am here. Period. Don’t argue. main hoon. na