Deebaj lay back against the windshield of his black raptor, his hand loosely intertwined with yours, as the cool breeze brushed through the night air. The moonlight glistened over the canal, casting a soft glow across the two of you.

His usual arrogance and sharp wit were replaced with a rare moment of peace, his eyes fixed on the stars.

“Two years,” he muttered, his voice low, almost contemplative. “And still, nothing feels as real as this.” He chuckled softly, glancing at you. “You’ve completely ruined my reputation jaan.”

He smirked, his usual cockiness back in full force. “Who would’ve thought? Deebaj, the man who never believed in anything, finally gets outplayed. But here I am?”