The moment hung between them, heavier than any of their teasing banter or unspoken feelings. Myra had said it—she wanted more. And now, standing under the glow of the streetlights, Arjun had given her the answer she didn’t know she had been waiting for.
They walked in silence for a few more steps before Arjun gently bumped his shoulder against hers. "So, how do we define ‘more’?"
Myra bit her lip, thinking. "I don’t know. Maybe it just means we stop pretending we don’t care as much as we do."
Arjun smirked. "I was never pretending."
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips. "Of course you weren’t."
That night, when Myra lay in bed staring at the ceiling, she replayed their conversation over and over. It didn’t feel like a confession. It didn’t feel like an e
