Agastya was sitting on the floor with his head resting in Kainat's lap. The entire room was wrapped in an almost sacred silence. Nothing could be heard except the soft rhythm of their breathing. The dim light casts long shadows around them, making the moment feel even more intimate and fragile. Kainat's fingers moved gently through Agastya's hair, stroking it absentmindedly while both of them remained lost in their own thoughts. Neither of them spoke for a long time. The silence wasn't uncomfortable—it was heavy with emotions that neither of them had fully expressed yet.

Then, without lifting his head, Agastya finally broke the silence.