Days passed.
Danger followed them, but so did something else.
Something softer.
Stronger.
Ayan began to notice the little things—how Naira smiled when she thought he wasn't looking, how she cared for him when he got injured, how her voice softened when she said his name.
And one night, as they sat beside a fire, silence between them, Ayan spoke—
"Why are you helping me?"
Naira looked at him, her eyes glowing in the firelight.
"Because… I don't want to lose you again."
Ayan frowned. "Again?"
But she didn't answer.
Instead, she leaned closer.
And in that quiet, magical moment… their lips met.
It was soft.
Unexpected.
But real.