Morning felt different.
The mansion didn't seem as cold as before.
Or maybe…
Anaya's heart was changing.
She slowly walked towards Kabir's sister's room.
Hesitant.
But something pulled her there.
The little girl looked up and smiled.
"You came…"
Anaya's heart melted.
"I… can I sit here?"
The girl nodded happily.
Anaya sat beside her.
Talking softly.
Feeding her.
Making her laugh.
For the first time…
That room felt warm.
At the door—
Kabir stood silently.
Watching.
His eyes stayed on Anaya.
The way she smiled.
The way she cared.
The way she made his sister laugh…
Something inside him tightened.
"Why does this feel… right?"
"Bhaiya!" his sister called.
Kabir stepped inside.
"She's nice," the little girl said, pointing at Anaya.
"I like her."
Kabir looked at Anaya.
She smiled awkwardly.
"I was just helping…"
Kabir said nothing.
But his gaze didn't move away.
Later that evening…
Anaya walked in the garden.
The cool breeze touched her face.
She closed her eyes.
Peaceful.
Suddenly—
Her foot slipped.
Before she could fall—
Strong arms caught her.
Kabir.
She gasped.
Her hands instinctively held his shirt.
They were close.
Too close.
Her heartbeat… loud.
Fast.
Uncontrollable.
Kabir looked at her.
His eyes weren't cold anymore.
Something deeper.
Something softer.
"Careful," he said quietly.
But he didn't let go immediately.
Time stopped.
Just for a moment.
Anaya looked into his eyes.
And for the first time…
She didn't feel scared.
She felt safe.
Kabir suddenly stepped back.
Breaking the moment.
"Watch where you walk," he said, turning away.
But his voice…
Wasn't steady.
Anaya touched her heart.
"What is happening to me…?"
That night…
Kabir couldn't sleep.
He walked restlessly.
Thinking.
Her smile.
Her voice.
Her touch.
Everything stayed in his mind.
He closed his eyes.
Frustrated.
"This is wrong…"
"She's just a responsibility…"
But his heart didn't agree.
Meanwhile…
Anaya sat near the window.
Looking at the moon.
Her lips curved into a soft smile.
"He's not a bad person…"
She hugged herself.
"Maybe… I was wrong about him…"
And somewhere between hate and care…
Love had already started growing.
Silently.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
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