I had intended to offer her a ride home, a small gesture of consideration. But before the words could even form on my lips, she suddenly ran towards another man and embraced him in a hug. Recognition dawned on me. Of course, I knew him. His face was etched in my memory from the file Daksh had given me. He is her boyfriend. A sharp exhale escaped my lips as I turned and made my way to my car, the image of Nivya in his arms lingering in my thoughts, a persistent shadow. My foot pressed down on the gas pedal with more force than necessary, a subconscious reaction perhaps fueled by a burgeoning jealousy. The car engine roared to life, breaking the momentary silence.