Afterwards, the party continued with music and dancing. But Anisa, the weight of Yugh's ring unfamiliar on her finger, slipped away from the celebration. Needing space to breathe and think, she made her way to the quiet rooftop of the Singh house, where the music was only a distant murmur and the sky was a blanket of stars. š
Sitting alone, a tremor ran through her. Tears began to stream down her cheeks of their own accord. She couldn't decipher their source, was it a profound, overwhelming joy, or a deep-seated sorrow she hadn't acknowledged? The entire evening felt surreal, like a beautiful dream from which she might abruptly wake.
Back at the party, Yugh's eyes constantly searched for her. Not finding her among the guests, a thread of concern pulled him away. He finally found her on the rooftop, her back turned to him, silhouetted against the night sky. He walked over and sat beside her quietly. š
"Why the tears?" he asked gently, his voice laced with worry. "Do youā¦ not truly want this?"
"Yugh, is this real?" she whispered, the question fragile in the quiet air. š„¹
"Yes, it's completely real," he affirmed, his curiosity piqued. "Why would you ask that?"
"No, you don't understandā¦" she began, then stopped abruptly, falling silent as she stared at the ground, hiding her wet eyes from his searching gaze. š