It had been three long months since Jiyan had been on the front lines, and the anticipation of his return consumed you. You visited the headquarters daily, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. On the third day, as you waited anxiously, you heard that familiar, firm voice—his voice. Your heart raced as you dashed through the crowd, your eyes fixed on him. The moment he spotted you, his serious demeanor softened, and he enveloped you in his embrace, spinning you around. To your surprise, he sealed his lips against yours, completely ignoring the soldiers around you, lost in the joy of your reunion.