The train swayed gently as it cut through the night, the low hum of wheels against the tracks mingling with the occasional murmur of voices from the other compartments. Reyansh led Arushi toward the far end of the coach, near the door where only the faint breeze and the soft metallic creaks of the train kept them company. The dim yellow light above flickered slightly, casting shadows on the steel walls, wrapping the moment in a cocoon of privacy despite being in a crowded train.

He turned to face her, still holding her hand, and with deliberate ease, his fingers slid between hers, locking them together. The warmth of his touch spread instantly, and he looked down at her with that slow, knowing smile that always managed to disarm her.