The first real snowstorm of winter had come to Uttarakhand with a vengeance. The mountain peaks were shrouded in a thick blanket of white, and the town below was quiet, as if the entire world had paused to listen to the gentle hum of snowflakes drifting down from the sky. The air was cold, but there was a warmth in Nisha's heart she hadn’t felt in a long time.

She sat by the window of her room, watching the snow dance in the wind, each flake a reminder of the journey she had been on. A journey that had begun with heartbreak and loss but had led her here, to this moment, sitting in the quiet comfort of a love that was both gentle and unyielding.