Knock. Knock.
Aryan walked slowly toward the door.
No fear now.
Only guilt.
Only truth.
"I'm sorry…" he whispered.
His hand touched the handle.
This time—
He didn't hesitate.
He opened the door.
A girl stood there.
Pale.
Broken.
Eyes empty.
But not angry.
Just… waiting.
Aryan fell to his knees.
"I didn't mean to… I was scared… I ran…"
Silence.
Then—
She stepped forward.
And touched him.