Baffled, Divya remained silent.

She was finding it increasingly hard to understand Forrest.

Had he surrendered yet again?

Cautiously, Divya slid into bed beside him.

“Forrest.”

"I am sleepy." After saying this, Forrest turned his back to her.

If he kept looking at her, he might be tempted to end her life.

Divya gingerly moved closer to him, and unlike previous times, Forrest didn't push her away.

“Forrest,” she murmured.

But Forrest remained silent, the rhythm of his steady breathing was the only sound in the room.

She draped her arm across Forrest's waist.

Forrest didn't move.

Divya's heart fluttered with a hint of joy.

She nestled against Forrest's back, relishing the closeness.

In the morning, Divya woke up.

She saw Forrest standing in front of the window.

Typically, Forrest would avoid sharing a room with her, often staying out just to avoid her presence.

She found it hard to comprehend his current behavior. Had her father influenced him?

Did he change his mind?

Divya rose from the bed and approached Forrest, intending to embrace him from behind.