Mira’s fingers trembled as they tightened around Aarav’s sleeve.Not because she was scared of him.But because, for the first time, she was scared for herself.Aarav Vale stood frozen, his jaw clenched, eyes dark too dark for a man who had spent his life controlling everything. The wind howled between the buildings, carrying the echo of words he had buried for years.“You shouldn’t have come here,” he said finally, his voice low, rough around the edges.Mira looked up at him, rain mixing with the unshed tears in her eyes.“And you shouldn’t have walked away like that,” she replied, softer than anger,