One day, when Aditya came home and went to the terrace to retrieve his clothes, he noticed Ahana slumped in a chair. Her eyes were red and wet, and her expression was distant. The sight stirred something in him—an instinctive concern. He softly called her name, shaking her shoulder gently."Ahana?" he whispered, trying not to startle her.She slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the haze of sleep and the remnants of tears. "Aditya," she murmured, sitting up and wiping her face quickly as if to hide any evidence of her distress."Were you crying?" Aditya asked, his voice laced with concern.As expected, Ahana denied it, her voice deliberately light. "No, no, I wasn't crying," she replied with a forced smile. "So, how was your day?"Aditya knew she was deflecting, but he didn't press further. "It was alright," he answered, though his mind was still on her tear-streaked face. They chatted briefly, but the conversation was stilted, filled with pauses and unfinished sentences. It was clear to Aditya that something was bothering her.After about fifteen minutes, Aditya got up to leave. "I should get back," he said, hesitating as if hoping she might say more. But Ahana just waved him off with a half-hearted smile. "Goodnight, Aditya," she said."Goodnight," he replied, though the unease in his chest remained.Later that night, while Aditya was preparing his meal, he heard soft footsteps on the stairs. It was late, and he wasn't expecting anyone. His curiosity piqued, he quietly followed the sound up to the terrace. When he first stepped out into the open air, the terrace seemed empty, but as he turned to leave, a faint sound caught his attention—muffled crying, coming from behind the door.Aditya's heart clenched. He carefully opened the door and found Ahana huddled in a corner, her hands covering her mouth to stifle her sobs. Without a word, Aditya knelt beside her, his presence alone offering silent support."Ahana," he whispered, his voice thick with concern. "Why are you crying?"Ahana didn't respond. Instead, she turned towards him and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder as her tears flowed freely. For a moment, Aditya was frozen, unsure of how to comfort her. But then, he gently wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry it out.After what felt like an eternity, her sobs began to subside. Aditya waited patiently, offering her a tissue when she finally pulled away, her eyes swollen and red."Tell me what happened," he said softly, his tone gentle but firm. "No excuses this time, Ahana. I want the truth."Ahana took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "It's... it's my uncle and aunt," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "My parents... they died in a car accident, so I've been living with them. But today, after a big argument, they... they left. They said I was a burden and that they couldn't take care of me anymore. They even insulted my parents... saying horrible things about them. They're not coming back, Aditya. I'm all alone now."Aditya's heart ached at her words. He felt a mix of sadness and anger—sadness for the pain she was enduring, and anger at the cruelty of the people who were supposed to care for her. He gently wiped away the tears that continued to fall from her eyes."It's not their house, you know," Ahana continued, her voice trembling. "They were just renting, like you. They were supposed to collect rent from you and give it to the main owner. But now... now they're gone, and I don't know what to do."Aditya was stunned, trying to process everything she had just told him. The weight of her situation settled heavily on him. He took a deep breath, then spoke, his voice steady and reassuring."Ahana, it's time for you to be strong," he said, his tone filled with quiet determination. "Your parents are watching over you, and I'm sure they'd never want to see their daughter feeling so lost. It doesn't matter what your uncle and aunt said. What matters is how you see your parents—if they were a blessing to you, then that's all that counts. Life isn't easy, and sometimes it throws challenges our way, but we have to face them head-on. You're a warrior, Ahana, and this is just another battle you'll win."Ahana listened to his words, feeling a strange sense of calm wash over her. There was something about the way Aditya spoke—so sincere, so certain—that made her believe him. He wasn't just offering empty words of comfort; he genuinely believed in her strength."Now," Aditya continued, "you need to rest. We'll figure everything out, one step at a time. But first, you need to take care of yourself."Ahana nodded, feeling a little lighter. But there was one more thing she needed to say. "Adi," she began hesitantly, "how do you always seem to have the right thing to say? How do you know the solution to every problem I have?"Aditya smiled gently, his expression softening. "It's just a coincidence, I guess," he replied, though his eyes held a depth of understanding that suggested otherwise.He stood up, helping her to her feet as well. "Now, no more tears tonight, okay? I'm ordering you to get some sleep and not wake up until morning."Ahana couldn't help but smile at his mock sternness. "Yes, sir," she replied, giving him a playful salute. As she turned to leave, she paused at the door and looked back at him, her expression thoughtful."Thank you, Adi," she said quietly. "For everything."Aditya nodded, his heart warming at the sound of his new nickname. "Anytime, Ahana. Goodnight."With that, Ahana left, and Aditya stood on the terrace for a moment longer, gazing up at the night sky. He felt a deep sense of responsibility towards Ahana now, a protective instinct that he hadn't felt before. He knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, he would be there to support her.As he finally made his way back to his room, Aditya couldn't shake the feeling that their lives were becoming more intertwined with each passing day. And for the first time in a long time, he didn't feel so alone.