Everyone had finished their food plates cleared, spoons clinked against bowls for the last time. A warm buzz lingered in the hall; people had broken into small groups, some laughing and chatting while others were busy gossiping in hushed tones. A few eyes still lingered on Riya and Ritik, jealousy hidden behind polite smiles, while others genuinely admired the couple.
"This was so good," Vani sighed dreamily, leaning toward Pranvi as she sipped her mocktail. "Maine first time itna acha proposal dekha."
"Haa," Pranvi nodded, her eyes still roaming around the beautifully lit hall, every corner shimmering with golden chandeliers and fresh flowers. "Kitna sundar hai sab... hotel se leke decoration tak. Like a fairytale."
Vani's eyes softened as she looked back at Riya and Ritik, who were still surrounded by well-wishers. "Aur Ritik... he's so nice. The way he handled everything when Riya was trembling... bas, perfect. Bilkul movie wala moment tha."
Pranvi smiled warmly.
"Kash mujhe bhi aisa proposal mile..." Vani muttered under her breath, leaning closer to her. "Main turant haa kar du." Her tone carried both a playful wish and a hidden seriousness.
Before Pranvi could reply, Aman suddenly appeared between them like he'd been eavesdropping the entire time. His grin was mischievous, and his voice loud enough for a few nearby to hear.
"Shakal dekhi h apni? Proposal chahiye?" He chuckled, shaking his head dramatically.
Vani's jaw dropped. Her glare could've burned a hole straight through him. "Tumse achi hai meri shakal aur tumse ni mang rahi proposal!" she shot back, flipping her hair as if to emphasize her point.
Pranvi tried hiding her laugh behind her hand, while Ishan, standing nearby, shook his head at their endless banter.
Before Aman could retort again, the sound system crackled slightly, and a cheerful voice echoed through the hall.
"Ladies and gentlemen... attention please!"
The chatter paused. Heads turned toward the small stage near the center of the ballroom, where an anchor duo, a young man in a tux and a lady in a glittery gown-stood with bright smiles and wireless mics.
"I hope you're all done with food," the lady anchor said, smiling knowingly, "and your gossips too."
The hall erupted into light laughter; some guests clapped, while others nudged each other, pretending to zip their lips. A few made faces but couldn't hide their smiles.
"So," the man anchor continued dramatically, "our newly double engaged couple has decided not to let you just sit around with full stomachs."
"Exactly!" the lady anchor chimed in. "They've planned something fun, something to keep the energy going. Games!"
A murmur of excitement ran through the crowd.
"Yes, games!" the man anchor grinned. "And let me tell you, these are not your regular boring ones. Tonight, you get a chance to win something really special... a beautiful couple showpiece, handcrafted and customized by none other than Riya and Ritik themselves!"
Gasps and cheers filled the room. Even those pretending to be too 'dignified' leaned forward with curiosity. The idea of a customized gift from the new couple made the atmosphere buzz with fresh energy.
"Winners will take home not just a hamper," the lady anchor added with a wink, "but also the bragging rights that they beat everyone here, including our very competitive birthday girl."
Laughter, applause, and teasing shouts broke out. The hall was officially alive again, excitement rising higher than the golden chandeliers above.
The crowd clapped and whistled, some craning their necks to get a better look at the glittering golden hamper on the side table.
"But," the lady anchor added with a playful smile, "there's a little twist! Since tonight is about love and togetherness, this isn't going to be an individual game... it will be played in pairs. Yes, partners or couples will team up to win."
The crowd reacted instantly, some with cheers, some with excited laughter, some with mock groans.
Riya clasped her hands dramatically, "Come on guys, don't be shy. It'll be fun! You just have to prove how well you know your partner."
Pranvi leaned toward Vani, whispering, "Tu aur Aman to pehle round mein hi bahar ho jaoge."
"Arre madam, tumhe kya lagta hai main iski life ka syllabus nahi jaanta?" Aman replied, crossing his arms smugly. "Main to answer bank hoon."
"Answer bank? Mujhe lagta hai tum zero balance account ho," Vani shot back.
Everyone around them burst out laughing, making even Ritik grin.
"Alright," the anchor raised his hand, "let's not waste time. We need four pairs to come up here. The couple with the most correct answers wins the hamper."
"Done!" Riya pointed immediately. "Aman and Vani you two are compulsory. And of course, Ishan and Pranvi. Then two more couples from the crowd."
Pranvi's heart raced as she slowly walked with Ishan toward the stage. She pretended to adjust her dress just to hide her blushing face. Ishan gave her a sideways glance but said nothing. Meanwhile, Aman and Vani were already fighting over who would sit on the left chair.
The anchor chuckled into the mic, "Looks like this round is going to be... very entertaining."
The anchor raised the mic again, his voice booming across the hall.
"Alright everyone, here's the twist! In this round, one partner will be blindfolded and they'll have to answer questions about their partner. Whoever gets the most right will move to the next level of the couple's game. We have ten couples ready to compete!"
The crowd clapped, some cheering, some already teasing each other.
The spotlight shifted to Aman and Vani first.
"Okay, who wants to be blindfolded?" the lady anchor asked, grinning.
"Tum karo blindfold," Aman said quickly, pointing at Vani.
"Nahi main nahi karungi! Tum hi karo, mera itni mehnat se kiya hua eye makeup kharab ho jayega," Vani protested, dramatically shielding her face.
"Ohh... acha. Waise bhi koi hoor ki pari nahi lag rahi ho," Aman smirked.
Vani gasped. "Ab tumhari ankhe to pehle se footi hain, tumhi bandh lo. Kya fark padta hai!" she shot back, hands on hips.
The hall erupted into laughter. One of the anchors clapped, "Oh wow! Most interesting couple has already started their game before the questions. This is going to be fun!"
Now it was Ishan and Pranvi's turn.
"I'll do it. Tumhara bhi to make-up kharab ho sakta hai," Ishan said gently, smiling toward her.
Pranvi's heart skipped a beat. She looked at him, lips parting for a second. "Nahi, nahi... main kar leti hoon," she said quickly.
"But... " Ishan began, concern in his tone.
"It's okay. I'll," she insisted softly.
"Okay," he said finally, giving in.
The anchors blindfolded Aman and Pranvi. The game began.
"Question one! What's your partner's favorite color?"
Vani quickly scribbled the answer on a card and showed it to the audience. Aman thought hard for a moment. Blue pehna hai to blue hi hoga. Ha, yehi bol deta hoon.
"Blue," he answered confidently.
Vani turned, shocked. He was right.
"Correct answer!" the anchors shouted, the crowd clapping. Aman grinned like he'd just cracked an exam.
Pranvi, on the other hand, didn't even blink. "Olive green," she said immediately.
Ishan froze. He looked at her with wide eyes. How does she know? I never told her before...
The anchors clapped again. "Correct! Wah, lagta hai yeh couple secretly rehearsed!"
The second question came. "What's your partner's favorite hobby?"
Aman scratched his head. "May be... art?"
Vani instantly shook her head yes.
"Right answer!" the anchor announced dramatically.
"Photography," Pranvi said without hesitation, her voice steady.
Ishan's lips curved into a small smile. He didn't say anything, but something warm stirred inside him.
The final question was announced. "What's your partner's favorite thing to do?"
Aman smirked, leaning into the mic. "Ladna aur ungli todna."
Vani gasped and slapped him on the shoulder. "Aree prove karne ki zaroorat nahi thi!" Aman added, rubbing his arm while the hall burst into laughter.
"Okay okay," Aman corrected himself quickly. "It's her early morning prayer during sunrise."
Vani finally smiled and nodded. "Correct."
Pranvi didn't take more than a second. "Sitting in nature... and feeling it," she said softly.
Ishan's jaw tightened slightly. His eyes widened in disbelief. How does she know everything? He just stared at her for a moment, caught between surprise and something deeper.
The anchors clapped loudly. "And that's correct again! Wow, you two are giving serious competition."
One by one, the other couples played too. The hall was buzzing with laughter, claps, and playful arguments. Some couples fought over wrong answers, some guessed so well that the audience cheered for them.
By the end of the round, six couples made it to the next stage including Aman & Vani, and Ishan & Pranvi. The excitement only grew stronger.
"So you'll played so well. Now clap for them who won this round and for them who lost as well," the anchor's cheerful voice rang across the hall, making the crowd clap and cheer loudly.
The excitement in the air was palpable, laughter echoing around as everyone settled back into their seats, eager to know what the next fun challenge would be.
"Now," the anchor grinned mischievously, "the next game is This or That. Here the couple who has more similar answers will win. So everyone get ready. You think you know your partner? Let's see!"
A ripple of giggles and mock groans spread through the couples. Some looked confident, others nervously shifted in their seats.
The first question came.
"Mountains or seas?"
Aman and Vani answered almost together, "Mountains."
Their voices overlapped, and the anchor raised his brows dramatically. "Oho! A good start."
Then came Ishan and Pranvi.
"Mountains," both said at once.
Pranvi's lips curved into a soft smile. It was silly, but matching answers with Ishan gave her an unexplainable warmth inside. She quickly lowered her gaze, hiding the tiny blush that threatened to show.
The crowd clapped, enjoying the flow.
Next question.
"Morning bird or night owl?"
Vani confidently said, "Morning bird."
Aman too answered, "Morning bird."
Before the anchor could react, Pranvi leaned closer to Vani and whispered, "Tu to uthke fir so jati h... dono me ni ati."
Vani shot her a glare, whisper-hissing back, "Uthti to hu na! Aur hamesha ni soti."
The small exchange made Pranvi giggle under her breath, while Vani tried to keep a straight face as the audience stared curiously.
Then came Ishan and Pranvi's turn.
"Night owl," Ishan said casually.
"Night owl," Pranvi echoed, her voice quieter.
She felt her cheeks warm up. Another match. She quickly hid behind her hair, trying to mask her blush.
The anchor teased, "Arre wah, same to same! Lagta hai late-night talks kaafi hoti hongi."
The audience burst into laughter, and poor Pranvi wanted to sink into the floor.
Next question.
"Favourite weather, you have three options this time: Monsoon, Winter, Summer."
"Monsoon," Vani replied promptly.
"summer," Aman said, almost immediately.
The anchor smirked. "Arre wah, opposites attract type couple!"
The crowd giggled again.
"Ishan?"
"Winter."
"Pranvi?"
"Winter."
The anchor clutched his chest dramatically. "Hai hai... look at the synchronization! These two are making it difficult for the rest of you."
Pranvi's heart fluttered. Winter. Her favorite too. She risked a glance at Ishan, who seemed unbothered, but she couldn't stop the smile tugging at her lips.
Last question.
"Cooking or no cooking?"
"Cooking," Aman said.
"Cooking," Vani also answered.
"Good, good!" the anchor applauded. "Looks like ghar mein fight nahi hogi khaane pe."
Then came Pranvi's turn. She answered honestly, "No cooking."
Ishan's answer followed, "No cooking."
Pranvi's eyes widened. She turned her head sharply to look at him, disbelief written all over her face. But he loves cooking na? she thought. Shocked, she almost blurted out her confusion, but instead, her lips pressed into a pout.
The anchor laughed. "Arre wah, dono hi cooking ke fan nahi! Matlab jab bhi khaana khana ho, bahar date pakki."
Everyone laughed, and Ishan simply shrugged, while Pranvi was still trying to process his answer.
"So here are the winners!" the anchor clapped his hands. "Pranvi and Ishan... most common answers! All four common, lovely guys. Give them a big hand!"
Everyone clapped, and Pranvi's face glowed pink, especially when people looked at her and Ishan together.
The anchor continued, "Aman and Vani, three similar. Riya and Ritik, three. Aditi and Raj, three as well. So these four couples will go for the next game!"
The audience erupted in cheers.
The anchor pointed towards a table. "Here, you all can see those clothes there. You all have to take one and have to dance with your partner. After every song, that cloth will be folded, and the one who manag
es to stay till last will win. Ready?"
Before anyone could react, Vani folded her arms. "Mein nahi karoongi iske sath dance , vaise bhi mujhe nahi ata . "
Her voice was firm, and heads turned.
Pranvi and Ishan both looked at them.
"To itne round bhi kyu khele? You can win, khel le na, maja ayega," Pranvi whispered to Vani, trying to coax her.
Even Aman added, "Mujhe bhi koi shauk nahi h."
The anchor raised a brow, amused at the bickering. Ishan stepped in, his calm voice cutting through, "Guys, please, ab yha mat ladna."
After a few pulls and pushes, and with the crowd cheering, they finally agreed to play the next round.
Aman and Vani stood on the white cloth. For a moment, both avoided looking at each other. Aman's eyes shifted, searching her face, silently asking permission.
Before he could open his mouth, Vani surprised him by stepping forward and holding his hand. Her other hand rested lightly on his shoulder.
His breath hitched, but he quickly composed himself, placing one hand gently on her waist... just kept, not held. It wasn't bold, but enough to make her heart flutter.
Meanwhile, Ishan and Pranvi stood on another cloth.
Pranvi muttered under her breath, "Bhagwan ji, pooja na karne pe itna sath de rahe ho... pooja kar leti kabhi to fir seedhe shaadi kara dete ap to."
She bit her lip, regretting the words instantly, but couldn't help it.
Her face was already heating up, cheeks glowing pink as she thought of Ishan.
Ishan noticed her nervousness. With a soft voice, he asked, "May I?"
She nodded, barely able to meet his eyes.
Ishan placed one hand carefully on her waist, the other gently holding hers.
A rush went through her body. Her heartbeat quickened, her palms grew sweaty, and a fine sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Ishan's sharp eyes caught it. "Wait a minute," he said suddenly, stepping away.
Pranvi blinked in confusion as he went towards a nearby table. When he returned, he handed her a water bottle. "Here. Take."
Her heart melted at the simple gesture. She blushed furiously, whispering, "Thanku." She drank quickly, hoping he didn't notice how hard she was blushing.
The music started.
Everyone clapped to the rhythm as the couples began dancing. The cloths were big enough in the first round, so they all managed to keep a little distance while moving to the beat.
Next round, the cloths were folded. The space shrank.
Now the couples were closer.
Pranvi dared to look up and her gaze locked with Ishan's. She got lost instantly, drowning in the calm intensity of his eyes.
Ishan, on the other hand, seemed casual, focusing on guiding her in rhythm. But her breath was shaky, betraying her heart's turmoil.
The fourth couple lost the round, stepping away laughing as the audience cheered.
With each fold, the cloth shrank more.
By the fourth round, Aman and Vani were so close that Vani could feel his heartbeat racing against her hand.
She wasn't in her usual fighting mood this time. Something about the atmosphere, the closeness, the music - it all tugged at her heart.
She found herself looking into his eyes, and to her surprise, he was already looking at her.
Her eyes sparkled under the soft lights, and Aman's gaze searched the depth in them. The world blurred for a moment, leaving just the two of them.
The cloth was now so small that only one person could stand on it.
Ritik, grinning, caught Riya in his arms and tried to dance while balancing on the cloth. The crowd went wild, clapping and cheering them on. But after a few seconds, they lost balance and stepped off.
Everyone laughed and applauded their effort.
Now it was down to two couples.
Ishan looked at Pranvi. "May I?" he asked again, softly.
Her heart hammered in her chest. She nodded.
Without hesitation, Ishan swept her up in his arms.
Her hands instinctively wrapped around his neck for support, her face burning red as the audience gasped and cheered.
Vani watched with wide eyes. Would Aman do the same? She wondered nervously.
Aman looked at her, voice low, "If you say... we can stop this game here. If you want. Or we can play further. It's okay."
Vani's breath caught. She didn't meet his eyes as she whispered, "If you want... or we can play further, it's ok."
Aman's gaze softened. Without another word, he suddenly lifted her into his arms.
Vani gasped, a small shock running through her. Her hand quickly pressed against his chest, the other clutching his shoulder for balance. Her heart raced wildly.
The crowd whistled and clapped louder as the music swelled.
Tum se hi din hota hai... Surmayi shaam aati hai... Tum se hi, tum se hi...
The lyrics filled the hall, adding a magical, romantic charm.
As the first two lines played, both couples moved carefully, lost in their own little worlds.
The cloth folded again. Aman tried to balance on one leg while holding Vani in his arms. The crowd shouted encouragement, but he stumbled and stepped off.
The anchor clapped. "Good try, Aman and Vani!"
Now only Ishan and Pranvi were left.
Ishan balanced smoothly, holding Pranvi with ease. She was still red as a tomato, but her heart sang with joy.
When the music stopped, he carefully set her down, adjusting his coat.
Vani's hair got stuck in Aman's coat button.
"Sorry, wait," Aman said softly, leaning closer to free it.
Vani's breath hitched. He was so close - closer than when he carried her. She couldn't stop thinking about his touch from earlier. Why does it feel so familiar? she wondered.
Congratulations, Miss Pranvi and Mr. Ishan!" the anchor announced. "Please come on stage and receive your award!"
The hall filled with claps and cheers.
Pranvi shyly held onto Ishan's arm as they stepped up on stage.
They were handed a beautiful glass couple showpiece, sculpted as if the pair were dancing together. Along with it, two colorful hampers.
The audience cheered louder, and the DJ switched back to peppy music. Soon everyone was dancing, laughing, and enjoying themselves.
For Pranvi, though, her mind replayed only one moment, being in Ishan's arms, lost in his eyes.
And for Vani, her heart still hadn't stopped racing from Aman's sudden, unexpected closeness.
The night was turning out to be unforgettable.
The party had finally begun to wind down. The music had slowed, laughter had mellowed into soft chatter, and the grand hall-once roaring with cheers and dancing, now echoed with the sound of clinking glasses being cleared away by the hotel staff. The golden lights twinkled above, casting a soft glow on everyone's tired but happy faces.
One by one, guests began to say their goodbyes, exchanging hugs, promises of meeting soon, and last-minute selfies.
Pranvi and Vani walked together towards the entrance, their heels clicking against the marble floor, Aman and Ishan following just a step behind. Riya and Ritik were at the door, seeing everyone off, their smiles refusing to fade despite the exhaustion written on their faces.
"All were going."
Vani stepped forward first, her voice warm and genuine. "Thank you, Riya, for inviting us. It was so fun."
Pranvi nodded, her eyes shining with admiration as she glanced around at the elegant décor one last time. "Yes, and this decoration and hotel setup... everything was so good."
Riya shook her head immediately, waving her hands in protest. "Nahi, nahi... thankyou ki koi baat nahi. You all made it fun." Her smile widened, clearly touched.
Ishan gave a polite smile, adding sincerely, "Ok then, again congrats for your newly engaged."
Before the moment could get too emotional, Aman leaned slightly forward with a mischievous grin. "Aur fir shaadi kab kar rahe ho?" he asked, his tone teasing as his eyebrows wiggled dramatically.
The group chuckled, but Riya instantly narrowed her eyes playfully at him. "Tujhe badi jaldi h!" she shot back.
Everyone burst into laughter at her sharp but light-hearted reply.
Ritik, who had been standing beside her with his arm casually resting around her shoulders, joined in with a smirk. "We will... in a few days. Ab inki demand hai. Doosri baar engagement ho gyi aaj to meri." His eyes gleamed mischievously as he looked at Riya.
Riya gasped softly, nudging him with her elbow. "Ritik, ap bhi na..." she muttered, her cheeks turning a shade pinker. But despite her scolding tone, a sweet smile crept onto her lips.
"Haa," Riya continued, looking at the others with a proud sparkle in her eyes. "Ab bas ik do din me pandit ji ko bulayege ghar wale... fir shaadi ki tiariya."
There was a short pause, the kind that comes when a big truth sinks in. Everyone's eyes softened as they imagined Riya's upcoming wedding....colorful rituals, laughter, chaos, and joy.
Pranvi smiled warmly. "Wow, can't wait." A tiny part of her heart fluttered at the thought of weddings... and then, as usual, her mind instantly betrayed her by picturing herself in bridal attire next to Ishan. She shook her head quickly, hiding her blush before anyone could notice.
Vani, on the other hand, smirked. "Bas... ek aur excuse ban gaya humein fir se shopping aur masti karne ka."
Everyone laughed, easing the heaviness of the moment.
The conversation ended on that cheerful note, with lots of promises of meeting again soon.
Finally, Aman and Ishan stepped forward, offering to drop the girls home.
Outside, the night air was cool, carrying the faint scent of flowers from the hotel's garden. The city was quieter now, traffic thinning, lights flickering in the distance. Their cars waited at the entrance, headlights cutting through the soft darkness.
Aman glanced at Vani, who was busy fixing her hair . For some reason, he found himself watching her longer than necessary. Why does she always look like she's about to argue... and yet, I don't mind it? he thought with a faint smile.
Meanwhile, Ishan opened the car door for Pranvi, ever the gentleman. She gave a small nod, murmuring a shy "thank you" as she slipped inside. Her heart was still fluttering from earlier... the dance, his steady arms, the way he had handed her that water bottle like it was the most natural thing.
The ride back was quieter, filled with soft city lights streaming past the windows, the occasional laughter, and unspoken thoughts.
By the time Aman and Ishan dropped Pranvi and Vani home, both girls were still smiling, carrying the memories of the evening with them. And maybe, just maybe, something more.
The night had wrapped itself around the city like a heavy velvet curtain. Inside the room, the air-conditioner hummed softly, spreading a cool stillness. The soft glow of the bedside lamp had already been switched off; only the faint streetlight slipped through the curtains, leaving streaks of pale silver across the floor.
Vani and Pranvi had spent hours gossiping random things, silly things, the kind that always feel more important at midnight than in daylight. From teasing Aman's bad jokes to whispering about Ishan's rare smiles, they had laughed until their stomachs hurt. Finally, drained of words, they curled into their blankets. Within minutes, their breaths slowed, their bodies surrendered to sleep.
Vani was sitting in a corner, knees pulled close to her chest. Darkness pressed in from all sides, so thick it almost felt alive. The silence was deafening. Her own sobs echoed, bouncing back at her, making her feel even smaller. Her hands clutched her head, fingers digging into her hair as if she could pull the ache out of her chest.
Her body shook with every uneven breath. She was alone. Terribly, painfully alone.
And then... warmth.
Arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into an embrace that was steady, protective, unyielding. For a moment, her sobs stopped in shock. Her face fell against a chest - firm, familiar, safe. Fingers trailed softly across her back in soothing circles. The trembling of her body slowed, her heart found a rhythm again.
She lifted her face, eyes glistening with tears, trying to see. But the darkness was merciless. The features of the boy holding her were hidden, shadowed. She could only feel him, not see him.
He took her hand gently, his fingers intertwining with hers as if they belonged there. The simple touch sparked something inside her an unfamiliar current running wild through her veins. Her heartbeat grew louder, faster. The ache in her chest shifted into something new, something she couldn't name.
Her breath caught. Her entire body reacted as though she was chasing something fleeting like reaching out for a shooting star.
But before she could understand what this was, her heart jolted violently. The warmth of his embrace blurred. Her breathing turned heavy, uneven. Her chest felt too tight, as if she couldn't hold in all that rushing blood.
Vani's eyes snapped open.
She shot up from the bed, coughing hard, her throat burning. The dream shattered but left its weight pressing down on her.
Pranvi stirred immediately, startled by the sound. "Vani?" she whispered, sitting up quickly and reaching for her. She rubbed her back in small, urgent circles.
Vani coughed again, clutching her blanket, shivering despite the coolness of the AC.
"Water," she rasped.
Pranvi snatched the glass from the side table and pressed it into her hands. Vani gulped, the cold liquid grounding her, though her hands shook around the glass. Her breaths came faster, uneven, chest rising and falling too quickly.
"Hey, hey... are you okay?" Pranvi asked softly, eyes filled with concern.
Vani managed a weak nod. But her trembling gave her away.
"Bad dream?" Pranvi asked carefully.
Vani hesitated, then whispered, "Yeah... that boy..." Her voice cracked as the words slipped out, her eyes darting like she feared even speaking of him would summon him back.
Pranvi frowned. "The same one? Again?"
Vani nodded quickly, her breaths shallow. "I don't know why he comes again and again, Pranvi. Mujhe dar lagne laga hai ab. Every time it feels more... real. Like he's... here." Her voice broke, trembling on the last word.
Pranvi's hand tightened on hers, grounding her. She didn't speak immediately, just rubbed her thumb gently across Vani's knuckles. Finally, she said, "It's okay. He's not here. It was just a dream. Breathe with me, okay? Deep breath in..."
Vani mirrored her, pulling air into her lungs, though shakily.
"And out..." Pranvi continued, her voice calm.
Slowly, painfully, Vani's body began to relax. Her eyes closed, her head fell against Pranvi's shoulder, exhausted.
"If you want, hold my hand," Pranvi murmured. She squeezed lightly. "I'm here."
Vani nodded, clutching her hand like it was the only anchor keeping her from drowning in that darkness. Her breathing slowed. Her lashes grew heavy.
The dream still lingered at the edges of her mind the faceless b
oy, the warmth of his arms, the thunder of her own heartbeat. She didn't understand it. She didn't even know if she wanted to.
But for now, she let it fade.
And slowly, with Pranvi's hand still in her, she drifted back into sleep.
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