Chapter 23: The Morning of Farewell The sun peeked gently through the curtains, spilling a soft golden light across the room. Dust particles danced lazily in the air, as if even time had slowed down to witness the quiet intimacy of the morning. Niyati stirred awake, instinctively reaching out, expecting Vansh’s usual warm presence beside her — his arm around her, his steady breathing anchoring her to the day. But the bed felt emptier than usual. Her eyes fluttered open fully, confusion settling in for a brief second. Then she noticed the small tray placed carefully beside the bed. Her