- AUTHOR'S POV -

“You can’t marry her, Yash.” His father’s voice cut through the for negotiation. Yash stood across from him, shoulders squared, jaw clenched so tightly it hurt, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he struggled to contain the surge of anger rising within him. “Why not, Dad?” he shot back, his voice edged with frustration, though still controlled—barely. “I love her.” The confession hung in the air, heavy and defiant, but it didn’t move his father in the slightest.