Ishika carried a tray with a plate of food and a cup of herbal tea, specially prepared for Virat. She walked slowly toward his room, her heart heavy with concern. As she approached his door, she knocked softly, waiting for a response. When none came, she hesitated, unsure whether to enter. The door wasn't locked, but she wanted to seek his permission first. After a few more knocks and still no response, she gently pushed the door open, careful not to disturb the stillness within.

Inside, she found Virat fast asleep, his features softened in peaceful repose. A sense of tenderness washed over her as she observed him. The usual seriousness that marred his expressions was absent, replaced by the innocence of deep sleep. She set the tray on a nearby table and quietly moved to sit on the couch, her eyes never leaving his face.