☃️Abhiraj Singh Rathore☃️

It was past midnight, and the world outside was quiet, cloaked in the stillness that only the dead of night could bring. I sat on the edge of her bed, in her room, where the faint scent of lavender lingered in the air. Breaking in wasn’t difficult—it never was—but being this close to her, so vulnerable and unguarded, made me feel like an intruder in her sacred space.