It started subtly.
Khushi lost her wallet one evening.
It was returned the next morning - nothing missing.
A streetlight outside her building flickered for weeks.
One night, it was suddenly fixed.
A man who followed her too often... Disappeared.
Completely.
She brushed it off as coincidence.
But coincidence don't repeat like patterns.
Rudra watched everything.
From a distance. From shadows. From silence.
Not once did he step into her life directly.
Because he know -
The moment she truly saw him, she would be afraid. And fear was the last thing he wanted in her eyes.