𝘼 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨- 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨- 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 🍃💘🫂✨🌕 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣- 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮. 𝙐𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢- 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚. 💔🦢👀✨🌑 ___ Vaidehi: “Bhaiya, ek plate pani puri.” She said it like an order—crisp, confident, unquestionable. Ayaan: “Bhaiya, ek nahi… do plates.” His deep voice came from behind, casual yet deliberate. She turned—and there he was. Grinning. Vaidehi: “Oh? Toh Mr. Hygiene bhi pani puri khaate hain, huh?” Her lips curved slightly, voice dipped in teasing mockery. Ayaan: “Yeahhh…” He dragged the word, rolling his eyes. “Shocking, I know.” The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth—mitti ki khushboo—blending with the tangy spice of street food. A humid breeze brushed past them, playful and uninvited, lifting loose strands of hair, making them dance carelessly. Soft golden light spilled across the street, touching their faces—everything glowing faintly under the after-rain sky. A little too perfect. A little too easy. --------------------------------- Not far away— Vihaan stood beside a pillar, half-hidden, half-present. Watching. His hands slipped into his pockets, shoulders slightly slouched—as if even standing straight felt like effort. His gaze didn’t move from her. Vihaan: “Main aisa kya karun… ki aapko bhi mera pyaar dikhai de?” The words barely left his lips. Rough. Tired. Almost… defeated. The rain had stopped. The world had softened. But nothing— nothing quieted the storm inside him. His dull eyes lifted briefly toward the faint rainbow stretching across the sky—colors blooming wide against the fading orange horizon. Beautiful. Distant. Untouchable. Just like her.