Main Hoon. Na -

And that, for tonight, was a kind of miracle.

Main hoon. Na. — I am here. Period. Don’t argue.

She froze. Not because the words were unfamiliar—they were her mother tongue, Hindi, the language of her childhood—but because of how he said them. Not as a statement. As an anchor. main hoon. na

He wasn’t waiting for a bus.

“You can’t know.”

He climbed.

“Then why are you here?”

“I’m not here to fix you, Kavya.”

“You’re right. I can’t know your creature. But I know mine.” He finally moved, sitting down cross-legged on the damp concrete, still keeping distance. “Mine tells me I’m invisible. That no one would notice if I stopped showing up. That every smile I give is just a performance.” And that, for tonight, was a kind of miracle