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Aatish saw Haniya working in the kitchen, her hands burned from a hot pan. Despite her pain, she refused to complain. Aatish walked in and grabbed her wrist, applying medicine with surprisingly gentle hands. 'You need to be careful,' he muttered, not looking at her. Haniya looked at his focused face, sensing a softness she hadn't expected from a ruthless man. 'Why do you care?' she asked. Aatish paused, then looked up into her eyes. 'Because some fires are meant to warm, not destroy.' In that quiet moment, the ice between them began to melt, indicating a shift from hatred to a deep, burning love.