Aanya starts to see her younger self in Priya. Guilt and protectiveness grow. She considers breaking her silence.

Monday came with a chill in the air. The corridors of St. Mira’s Academy echoed with footsteps and the low hum of morning chatter. But Aanya’s mind was somewhere else entirely. She walked through the halls like someone moving through water—slow, uncertain, and aware of every ripple.