Days turned into weeks as Arion slowly recovered his strength.
Aarohi and Arion spent almost every evening together. Sometimes they walked through the forest, sometimes they sat quietly under the stars.
Their conversations grew deeper with each passing day.
They spoke about dreams, fears, and the strange connection they both felt.
One night, while sitting near the banyan tree on the hill, Arion looked up at the moon.
"That world used to feel like my home," he said quietly.
"And now?" Aarohi asked.
Arion looked at her.
"Now I'm not sure."
A gentle silence filled the air.
Aarohi's heart began beating faster.
Arion slowly reached for her hand.
"Aarohi… if I return to Lunaris, I might never see you again."
The thought made her chest tighten.
"But if I stay here," he continued, "I will lose everything I have ever known."
Aarohi didn't know what to say.
Finally she whispered, "Then promise me something."
"What?"
"Whatever happens… don't forget me."
Arion smiled softly.
"That would be impossible."
Then, under the quiet moonlight, he made a promise that neither of them would ever forget.