Arohi’s heart was pounding.
Even hours later, she could still feel the ghost of Ishaan’s lips on hers, still see the fire in his eyes as he walked away so casually — like nothing had just shaken her entire core.
She tried to brush it off. It didn’t mean anything, she told herself.
But deep inside, a storm of emotions raged — confusion, anger, and something more dangerous: longing.
Ishaan, meanwhile, was spending every spare moment with Ahan. He played, read bedtime stories, helped him build Legos, and laughed with a kind of warmth Arohi hadn’t seen in years.
Arohi did everything she could to keep her distance — calling airlines daily, checking every nearby hotel. But with it being peak holiday season, everything was either booked or outrageously expensive.
Still, even as she tried to
