Yours

Ehan's intensity never wavered as his gaze pinned Naira in place. "You can't keep running from me," he said, the certainty in his voice unmistakable.

Naira forced herself to meet his stare, drawing on reserves of confidence she wasn't sure she possessed. "I'm not running."

"Yes, you are," Ehan replied without hesitation. "But eventually you'll stop trying. I'll be waiting, no matter the distance. Because I understand—"

"Don't," Naira cut him off sharply, her voice cutting through his certainty. "Don't pretend you know who I am now. You have no idea what this version of me is capable of."

Ehan's confusion deepened as Naira's expression remained eerily composed. "I've reassembled myself," she continued quietly. "The pieces don't fit the same way anymore."