The orange glow of the setting sun filtered softly through the half-drawn curtains of Yuvraj’s room, casting long shadows across the floor. A strange silence wrapped the space, broken only by the soft clock ticking on the wall.

Yuvraj sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes glued to his phone screen, scrolling through something aimlessly. A heavy sigh escaped his lips before he muttered under his breath, almost as if convincing himself—
“Pyar….ye kaise ho sakta hai….?”