A new day begins with the soft breathing of Takshvi and Yuvaan in their room. The early morning light slowly slips through the curtains, spilling faint golden streaks across the floor and the edge of the bed. Dust particles float gently in the air, moving lazily as if even time has decided to slow down in this quiet space. Both are resting as if they had suffered a lot previous day- one from her fever and second one in her worry but her. The atmosphere still feels heavy with the memory of the previous night, as though the room itself remembers every moment of tension and concern that had passed through it.

The bed remains slightly untidy, a sign of the restless night they had both endured. Takshvi lies on one side, her face much more relaxed now, her breathing steady and calm compared to the uneven rhythm of the previous night. The faint signs of discomfort are still there in her tired features, but the worst has clearly passed. Yuvaan lies close enough that even in sleep, his presence feels protective, as if he had unconsciously stayed near her all night without letting distance come between them.