Papa's concern for venya

As Nand made his way out of Venya's room, the atmosphere seemed charged with unspoken emotions. The dimly lit corridor echoed with their hushed conversation, filled with moments of laughter and shared memories.

Venya, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush from Nand's unexpected gesture, couldn't help but smile as he bid her goodnight. The small kiss on her cheek lingered, leaving a sweet warmth in its wake. She watched him retreat down the hallway, his silhouette disappearing into the shadows.

Outside, the police officers stationed there, guardians of order and security, observed Nand's departure without interference. Their expressions were unreadable, their eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, giving nothing away.

In that fleeting moment, amidst the quiet tension of the night, a myriad of unspoken questions hung in the air. Why didn't they stop him? What did they know? Or perhaps, what did they choose not to know?

As Nand reached his room, a m