The night was eerily quiet as Reyansh slipped through the window of your childhood bedroom, careful not to make a sound. He had to see you, to make things right after their explosive argument. Their fake marriage had been a strategic move for both their careers, but over time, it had become something more complicated. The lines between pretense and reality had blurred, and the recent fight had left you storming out to your parents' house.

Reyansh carefully navigated the dark room, his eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. He saw your figure under the covers, your steady breathing indicating you were asleep. As he took a step closer, the floorboard creaked.

You stirred, then bolted upright, your eyes wide with alarm. Before he could explain, you screamed, your voice piercing the silence. Footsteps echoed from the hallway as your parents responded to the noise. Without thinking, Reyansh grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the closet.

"Hide!" he whispered, yanking open the closet door and dragging you inside.

After a few tense moments, your parents' footsteps receded. Reyansh let out a breath of relief, but when he tried to open the closet door, it wouldn't budge.

"Great," he muttered. "We're stuck." Reyansh sighed, leaning his head against the back wall. "This is your fault, you know. Aise kaun chillata hai? Pagal aurat."