With every passing moment, Rama's mind wandered to Draco's departure, his words echoing in her ears like a haunting melody.
She could still feel the warmth of his touch, the sincerity in his eyes as he vowed to return to her side. But despite his assurances, a sense of unease lingered, a gnawing fear of the unknown that threatened to consume her.
As she traced the intricate patterns of the tapestries with trembling fingers, memories of their short moments flooded her mind. Yet, for all the fragments of their past that lingered in her mind, the truth remained elusive, hidden behind a veil of forgotten memories.
Lost in her thoughts, Rama's hand subconsciously brushed against her lips, her fingertips tingling at the memory of Draco's passionate kiss.
