Morning light filtered softly into the hospital room.
Aarav woke first.
For a moment, everything felt distant.
Then he saw them.
Ananya… asleep on the chair, her head resting near the bed.
Ayaan… curled beside him, holding his hand tightly even in sleep.
A faint smile touched Aarav's lips.
This… is what I almost lost.
Carefully, he shifted his hand to adjust Ayaan's blanket.
The small movement woke Ananya.
Her eyes met his.
A quiet silence followed.
Not awkward.
Not tense.
Just… new.
"You're awake," she said softly.
"Looks like it," he replied.
A pause.
Neither knew what to say next.
Because everything had changed.
And yet—
Everything still needed to be fixed.