The next morning, Arohi stood on the balcony, the resort gardens slowly waking under the golden morning light. Ahan was still asleep, but her heart was already wide awake — racing and tangled.
The night before had left her shaken. Ishaan’s growing closeness with Ahan. Arya’s unexpected charm. And the flowers.
She looked at the bouquet Arya sent, now resting quietly in a glass vase on the side table.
There was a knock.
She opened the door to find Arya, smiling with a coffee in hand.
“For the lady who danced like a dream last night,” he grinned.
Arohi forced a polite smile. “Thank you, Arya… for the flowers and the coffee. But I need to be honest with you.”
His smile faded slightly.
“I know you’re trying to be kind, and I appreciate that. But I’m not in a place for anything right now
