The promise between them hung in the air, sweet and binding. As Megha’s words took hold, a genuine smile broke across Aryavardhan’s face—a rare sight for the stoic warrior. They moved toward each other, finding solace in a brief, warm embrace. The moment was shattered, however, by a thunderous neigh from Sugriva. The great horse tossed his head and roared, prompting the pair to step apart, though their hands lingered for a second too long.Megha approached the winged stallion with a newfound confidence. As she turned her back to mount him, Sugriva stood perfectly still, his previous restlessness replaced by