Anjali, although presently fast asleep, had been experiencing what could be considered the most intresting holidays of her short life. The news had finally been presented to her parents via Kabir and her that, as far as they were concerned, the betrothal was off. She had never imagined herself facing her parents off for anything so massive-

And she finally knew why.

They were indominatable, and the pleas to understand were soon followed by ultimatums. For the first time, however, all of them could be shrugged off for there was nothing but truth on their side. They would not be happy with each other, and with that knowledge holding steadfast, it had seemed as if their collective parents had both finally seen the uselessness in arguing.

They simply would not have their minds changed.

With so much going on, with so much changing, it was little surprise that Anjali found herself near-exhaustion since school had let out. To be home was to relax and yet she hadn't found herself capable of it yet. Even her nights, when she fell into bed without a thought, turned restless.

As was the case then. Turning and drawing in a deep breath, Anjali's eyes lifted gently as thirst reared its head. Touching a hand to her throat as she reached for the water glass beside her bed, sheets falling at her waist, her action stilled when she caught sight of the figure standing like a spectre not far from her bed. Her breath hitched, her fingers knocking the glass to the floor, she finally murmured, "You've come."