The setting sun cast a long, golden hue across the hallway, painting the scene in a warmth that stood in stark contrast to the heavy silence between Zayn and Sameera. Zayn stood there, looking every bit the protector in his white t-shirt and black jacket, his frame silhouetted against the light.

"Eat food properly, do not skip your meals, and call me the moment you reach there," Rubina said, her voice trembling slightly as she pressed her hand against Zayn’s forearm.