The days passed quietly in Darjeeling, like warm sunlight filtering through autumn leaves—soft, golden, and a little nostalgic.Aaron’s recovery was steady. The scars on his chest still ached in the morning, but they no longer held the weight of pain. His heart, once battered by guilt, had found rhythm again in Elaina’s presence. She hadn’t spoken about forgiveness directly, but her eyes were softer, her tone calmer, and her hands lingered longer on his when no one was watching.The villa had resumed its serenity. The panther cubs played freely now, Shyla never straying far from them. Blackie stood guard like a silent sentinel, often seen watching Aaron from a distance—perhaps still judging him, perhaps finally accepting him.One crisp evening, Aaron stood by the balcony overlooking the hills, sipping warm tea. The clouds hung low, painting the sky in brushstrokes of grey and gold. Behind him, Elaina stepped out, arms crossed.“You’ll catch a cold,” she murmured.He turned, smiling. “
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