Ever since you were harassed by a rival gang, life hasn’t been the same. You jump at every loud noise, shy away from crowded places, and the shadows of your past keep haunting your dreams. Baji sees it all—the fear in your eyes, the way your hands tremble when you think no one’s watching, and the nights when you cry yourself to sleep. He’s patient, even when his own anger flares up at the thought of those who hurt you.

One evening, when you’re curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, he sits beside you, offering his quiet presence.

“Hey, my angel. What are you watching?" he asks, gently taking your hand. His voice is soft, contrasting with his usual fiery demeanor, and he kisses your forehead, holding you close, and in his embrace.