The clock ticked quietly in the corner of the room, but time felt like a concept Saanvi had abandoned days ago. The curtains had stayed shut since... since that day. The day Veer looked her in the eye across the courtroom and twisted everything they'd once believed in.

Now, the apartment smelled faintly of leftover takeout and unopened coffee tins. Her hair was a mess of forgotten buns and missed shampoo schedules. A blanket cocooned her like armor, her head half-sunk into the couch cushions as some low-budget rom-com flickered on the TV screen. The dialogue murmured into the room—unwatched, unheard. Just white noise for a girl trying not to hear her own thoughts.