ABHAY 

For a long beat, I study her. Every subtle twitch, every micro-expression, every fraction of a breath tells me more than words ever could. I weigh her, measure her, see the walls she’s built around herself. Those walls are impressive, thick, carefully reinforced over years of training but they are not invincible. I know that behind the calm, composed exterior, there’s something fragile. Something that can crack. Something I can hold in my hands if I choose the right moment.