C54 The Green-Eyed Storm

The village had fallen into a peaceful rhythm again.

Morning sunlight slipped through the thin curtains of the house as Aisha slowly woke up, stretching lazily.

For a moment she simply lay there, staring at the wooden ceiling.

Then she remembered yesterday.

The mountain.

The rain.

Arjun.

Her lips curved into a small smile.

She rolled over—

Only to find the bed empty.

“Arjun?”

No answer