Chapter 7

The morning had arrived with a soft, golden glow spilling through the windows. The gentle sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting warm patterns on the floor. Ashi woke up feeling different—calm, yet there was a strange flutter of anticipation buzzing quietly in her chest. She lay there for a moment, eyes tracing the ceiling, letting the softness of the morning seep into her skin. The previous night played in her mind like a delicate melody, sweet and fragile.