Chapter 25: A Life Painted with Memories The days had blurred into months, and the months into years. Yet for Niyati, the world seemed muted — the colors of life had dimmed theday Vansh left her. She moved through her days quietly, laughter rare, smiles carefully measured. Work became her anchor, the office herrefuge, but even there, her thoughts often drifted to the empty chair beside her, to the echoes of Vansh’s voice, to the warmth of his hand inhers. Time passed gently, like soft footsteps in an empty corridor, never loud enough to announce arrival, never kind enough to