Being a general was never easy, and even in retirement, Jiyan was haunted by the shadows of his past. The echoes of war lingered, making him overly sensitive to the slightest sound, always ready to protect those around him with a vigilant bodyguard stance. But today was different.

As you walked into the room cradling your four-month-old daughter, the gentle cooing stirred Jiyan from a restless sleep. He had finally drifted off after a night of battling memories, only to be caught in a nightmare where he replayed the countless souls he had failed to protect.

The look on his face as he woke was one of utter confusion and vulnerability. You carefully placed your daughter on his bare chest, her tiny form rising and falling gently against him. The warmth of her presence seemed to bring him back to the present, pulling him from the depths of his dreams.

“Jiyan,” you whispered softly, watching his eyes flutter open. The tension in his shoulders began to ease as he focused on the two of you, grounding him in a reality far removed from the chaos he once knew. It was time to remind Jiyan that he was no longer in battle but surrounded by love and hope.