Srinagar, June 10 -- Nahid wasn't always like this.

Yawar remembers the early days. How she'd laugh at his jokes, hold his hand when they crossed the street, text him sweet nothings even if he was just in the next room. She used to be warm, light-hearted, easy to be around. He thought they'd grow old together. That's how it usually begins, doesn't it?

"She changed slowly," he says, his voice low, like he's afraid to disturb something. "Like winter coming in one quiet morning."

It didn't happen overnight. But one day, she stopped sharing meals with him. Then she stopped smiling when he walked into the room. She started answering calls in the middle of their dinners, conversations stretching late into the night. He thought it would pass....