Ronak Younesi stood at the edge of the mirror, his reflection an uncanny reminder of the passage of time. Her once jet-black hair, which had always been her defining feature, was now streaked with silver—a testament to wisdom rather than age. The sharp, angular lines of her face had softened slightly, though his piercing green eyes retained their unwavering intensity. What struck her most were the subtler details. The scar along her jawline, barely noticeable a decade ago, seemed to tell a more vivid story now, standing out against the paler tone of her skin. Her posture, once rigid with youthful confidence, had eased into something more grounded, exuding quiet authority.
