The car slowed as it rolled into the long driveway of the palace. Avantika could barely register the grandeur of the place, her mind still clouded by the events of the evening. As they reached the entrance, she didn't move, her hands still clutching the coat Reyansh had given her as if it was the only thing holding her together.

Reyansh opened the door, and with a steady hand, helped her out. They walked inside, the silence between them thick, though the weight of it was not uncomfortable—it was just... necessary. Avantika didn't speak, and Reyansh didn't push her to. He simply walked beside her, guiding her with the gentleness of someone who understood when words weren't needed.