I stepped out of the closet after changing, and there was Rhea, sitting on the bed beside Aarush, gently stroking his sleeping head. When she heard the door creak, she looked up at me. Slowly, she got off the bed and walked over to me, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and love.

Her confession still echoed in my mind. Rhea had opened her heart to me, and it filled me with a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. After losing Sneha, I had been living like a lifeless person, just going through the motions. For the first time since Sneha, I felt a sense of belonging, a place where I could find solace and comfort.

Rhea's love had reignited a spark in me that had long been extinguished. If Sneha had taught me how to live, Rhea had taught me how to love again. She was my anchor, the one who had brought me back to life. She had brought me back to life from a state of mere existence, filling the void with her unwavering care and affection.

As she stood before me, her eyes searching mine, filled with a silent plea for reassurance. I realised how much I needed her. She was my home, my comfort. I had someone to return to, someone who cared deeply for me. Her presence had reignited a warmth in my heart that I thought I had lost forever.

Knowing that I now had someone to return home to, someone who was my comfort and strength, filled me with a sense of purpose and determination. It was in her arms that I found my true home, a place where I could return to and feel whole again.