Tanzila grabbed him.
Hard.
"You don't get to just erase everything!"
Tanvir looked down at her hand.
Then at her face.
Tears.
Anger.
Love.
"So this is what it feels like," he murmured.
"What?"
"To be wanted… even when you're wrong."
"Then stop!" she shouted.
"Come back!"
Tanvir gently removed her hand.
"I can't."
"You won't."
"Yes," he corrected.
"I won't."
Silence.
Crushing.
"Then I'll stop you," Tanzila said.
For the first time—
Tanvir smiled.
Not cold.
Not cruel.
But almost… proud.
"I know."