Akshat carefully folded the last of Amrit's dresses, placing them neatly in the suitcase before zipping it shut. The room was filled with a heavy silence, both of them aware that the time had come for her to leave. His heart weighed down, mirroring the sadness that flickered in her eyes as she stood by the window, silently watching the city lights outside.

Her gaze wandered around the apartment—the dining table where they'd shared meals, the cozy living room where they'd spent countless evenings, the kitchen where he had awkwardly helped her make tea, and their bedroom... the place where they'd first slept beside each other, finding comfort in each other's presence. Every corner of this house had witnessed the fragile yet beautiful journey of their relationship.