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The light pulsed brighter. A whisper, not in the air but inside her skull, said: This is what happens when you stop choosing each other.

And one text message, from a number neither of them recognized: meera mihir latest

But Meera was crying now. Silent tears. “Aren’t they? We’ve been sleepwalking toward every single one of these, Mihir. The late nights. The ‘I’m fine’ when you’re not. The way you stopped asking me about my dreams.” The light pulsed brighter

They didn’t look like lanterns or fireflies. They were soft, amber globes that rose from the valley below, drifting upward without sound, without purpose. Meera and Mihir stood on the balcony, hand in hand, watching the impossible. Silent tears

The monsoon had finally released its grip on the hills of Jatinga, leaving behind a world of wet emerald and swirling mist. Meera pressed her palm against the rain-streaked window of the crumbling tourist bungalow, her breath fogging the cold glass.