The nights stretched on, each one echoing the silence between Ishita and Arjun. In the dim light of her room, the only sounds were the soft rustle of sheets and the quiet rhythm of their breaths. Arjun had grown comfortable, using Ishita as a refuge from his chaotic life, seeking solace in her body without the burden of conversation or emotional connection.

Ishita lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her heart heavy with resignation. She had hoped for something more—some acknowledgment of her feelings—but those hopes felt futile. Each time he turned to her, it was for his own escape, and she felt like a shadow in his life.