ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴅᴀᴡɴ (ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ ɪɪ)

The new dawn rose, the only sounds being her Veda's breathing and the chirps of the various birds outside. The weather was beautiful, with a few clouds in the sky and the warm sunlight coming through the trees beautifully.

Veda stood in front of the mirror, gently drying her hair with the warmth of the dhuni, the soft flames dancing beneath the wooden frame. The ancient method, passed down through generations, was a ritual she cherished from a young age, passed down to her from her late grandmother. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth seep into her scalp as the feeling of calm filled her insides.

It almost felt therapeutic.

As she tended to her hair, Veda's thoughts drifted to her conversation with Vidyut. His words still echoed within her: "Love is a beautiful emotion, but the person you're giving your love to should be deserving of it." She replayed their conversation, finding solace and a sense of strength in Vidyut's words.

Adyant entered the room, coming from his morning wal