Agastya leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the sleeping figure on his screen. Kainat's face looked so serene, framed by her slightly damp hair spread across the pillow. For a man who had seen death, betrayal, and bloodshed his entire life, this woman's innocence was the only thing that could soften him.

He whispered to himself, so low that even the silence around him seemed to lean in to hear—
"Meri is kali zindagii ki ek lauti roshni ho tum princess..... Puri duniya se thak ker mujhe sirf tumhare pass sukoon milta hai. Alive feel karta ho mein, khudse mil pata ho jab tumhare saath hota hoo. Par pata nahi kab mein tumhein yeh sab bata paunga ki tum mere liye kitni zaroori hoo. Huhhh.... kya bana diya hai tumne mujhe. Esa nahi thaaa mein–"