Sanju returned to her desk, the comforting presence of Bhargav forehead kiss still lingering like a warm embrace around her. She sat down, her fingers tracing the edge of her keyboard absentmindedly. The familiar hum of her computer, the scattered artwork, and the steady glow of the desk lamp created a small cocoon of normalcy on a day that had been anything but normal. Her mind, however, was far from the everyday tasks in front of her. Bhargav's words played on repeat in her head: "I'll take care of everything, sweetheart. You don't need to worry. I will not let anything or anyone come between us." A mix of feelings swirled inside her — relief, worry, and a deep sadness. She could still feel his arms around her and hear the sincerity in his voice, which comforted her. But the pain from the past week stayed with her like a shadow, refusing to go away.