Dhruv spun around instantly.Nothing.The bedroom stood silent except for rain striking the glass walls of his London penthouse.His pulse hammered.But the mirror—the mirror still carried faint fog on its surface.As if someone had breathed onto it seconds ago.Three words slowly appeared across the mist.**Don’t be afraid.**Then vanished.—Delhi.At that exact moment, Suhani woke with a sharp gasp.Her palms burned.Actual red marks spread across her skin like she had held something hot.Images crashed through her mind—London rain.Black piano.A childhood photograph.A locked room.And Dhruv sitting alone at age twelve, crying beside a hospital bed.She opened her eyes immediately.No.This wasn’t normal sharing anymore.She wasn’t