The morning sun spilled into the room, soft light slipping through the curtains and painting everything in a gentle glow. Katha stirred, blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted. In the quiet, she noticed Agastya lying beside her, his face relaxed in sleep.

For a moment, she simply watched him, taking in the calm that had eluded him for months. She remembered the sleeping pills he had been taking, the struggle she had only glimpsed in fleeting moments. Seeing him now, finally at peace, brought a lump to her throat.