Diya ran through the hallway, her breath heavy and uneven, like the weight of her emotions had finally cracked her calm. A whirlwind of feelings stormed inside her—overwhelming, raw, and almost punishing in its intensity. The words. Those exact words. The ones she had dreamed of hearing, the ones that lived rent-free in the corners of her mind for years. She had imagined the moment—how it would feel to know her husband felt the same way she did. That he loved her.