The sky was bathed in the soft pink of early dawn. Raghav stood barefoot in the middle of a golden rice field, the breeze rustling gently through the stalks. He laughed—freely, without fear—as water splashed around his ankles. Someone was with him. A woman.She twirled playfully, her silver anklets chiming as she ran between the rows of crop. Her laughter echoed through the air, sweet and familiar. Her long black hair flew behind her like a silk banner, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.Raghav smiled, enchanted.She stopped before him, panting, her cheeks flushed from running. They stood close—too close—and something