“Some hearts do not know how to love halfway; they worship completely.”

Anamta stepped out of the restaurant, the cool night air biting at her cheeks. It should have been refreshing, but the breeze did nothing to settle the riot of emotions screaming inside her. Mr. Reddy walked at her side, his pace steady, his presence inherently kind. He was everything a woman was supposed to want: stable, respectful, and safe. Yet, as they moved together down the sidewalk, she felt as if a vast, unbridgeable canyon had opened up between them.