The café was quieter than usual that evening. The rain had eased, leaving the air cool and tinged with petrichor. Inside, the soft hum of conversation mixed with the faint notes of an old piano melody playing through the speakers.
Kavya paused mid-sip of her coffee. The tune—gentle, wistful, almost haunting—made her breath catch. She hadn’t heard it in years.
Across the room, Aryan froze too. His gaze lifted from his laptop, eyes narrowing slightly as recognition flickered across his face.
The same song.
For a moment, neither spoke. The melody swirled around them, tugging at invisible threads of memory and emotion.
Kavya’s mind drifted back to a childhood morning—her mother humming the same tune while making tea. For Aryan, it was his father’s old vinyl player, spinning that song on q
