The airport was alive with its usual symphony — the screech of trolley wheels, the rhythmic announcements echoing through the glass halls, the murmur of goodbyes, and the quiet weight of all the things people never said. Amidst that controlled chaos stood Siyana and Veer, their gazes refusing to meet for too long, as if one look would expose the flood of emotions they both were desperately trying to cage.

The morning light spilled through the vast windows, painting soft halos around their silhouettes. Siyana’s fingers curled around the strap of her bag, more for something to hold on to than necessity. She tried to steady her breathing, tried to remind herself that this was normal — people came, people left. But this? This didn’t feel normal. It felt personal. Too personal.