Months had passed since the night Charu and Aryan returned the Eternal Prism to its hidden sanctuary. Charu tried to return to her routine, yet the memories lingered like whispers in the wind. Her dreams became more vivid, filled with flashes of the diamond, cryptic symbols, and Aryan’s piercing blue eyes.
One evening, as she finished her latest painting; a surreal image of an ancient temple with the Eternal Prism glowing at its altar. ; her phone buzzed. The message was brief but unmistakable:

"Meet me at the gallery, midnight. Bring the painting."

Her heart skipped a beat. It had to be Aryan.
At midnight, Charu arrived at the gallery, her painting wrapped carefully. The streets were eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the streetlights. As she entered, she saw him—Aryan, his figure silhouetted against the dim glow of the gallery's lights.
“You’re still painting it,” he said, his voice softer this time.
“It won’t leave me,” Charu replied. “It’s as if the diamond is calling me back.”
Aryan’s...