As days turned into weeks, Prathiksha realized that there was more to Sher than the arrogant facade he presented. Beneath his exterior was a man burdened by an unshakable past. She saw the flicker of pain in his eyes when he thought no one was watching. Her soft nature compelled her to understand him, to help him shed the shadows that clouded his heart.
One evening, as they worked late, a conversation sparked regarding the past. "What happened to you, Sher? You seem… trapped," Prathiksha gently probed.
Sher clenched his jaw at the mention of the past but didn't dismiss her. "The past is a shadow. You can either let it consume you or find a way to escape it," he replied, his voice low.
Prathiksha sensed the heaviness in his words. "I believe we can rewrite our narratives," she encouraged.
A flicker of hope ignited in Sher's chest, but the shadows of his past were not so easily dispelled.