Ashi returned home, her steps slow, her thoughts heavy.

He didn’t say anything…
And yet, he saved me.

The scene replayed in her mind again and again—his silent presence, the way he stood in front of her like a shield. Guilt settled deep in her chest. She still had no idea about Haruv’s real pain… the kind no bandage could heal.

She changed her clothes, tied her hair loosely, and walked into the kitchen.

Almost without thinking, she began to cook.

A simple porridge.
A glass of warm milk.

Comfort food. The kind you make when words feel unnecessary.

She packed everything carefully and left her house again, walking straight toward his.

When she reached Haruv’s door, she hesitated only for a second. She had brought him here just a few hours ago. She remembered the lock.

Softly, she opened the door and stepped inside.

The living room was quiet.

Haruv was still on the sofa.

Sleeping.

Peacefully.

Ashi placed the food on the table, careful not to make a sound. Then she turned toward him.

Her eyes went first to his face… to the small bandage, to the faint mark of injury.

Then her gaze drifted down.

His hand.

Haruv was holding the paper.

The same paper on which she had written her name… and her phone number.

Her heart fluttered softly.

A small, warm smile touched her lips.

Without realizing it, she felt happy.

And for the first time since the night began, her guilt eased—just a little.