Meanwhile, Nishi was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, though her heart and mind were far away. Like Aditya, she couldn’t stop thinking about their meeting. But where Aditya’s thoughts were filled with hope and excitement, Nishi’s were tangled in uncertainty and fear.
She replayed their conversation again and again in her head. Her hands moved effortlessly—chopping, stirring, seasoning—never missing a beat, as if guided by habit alone. Yet her thoughts were a mess. She didn’t know what to expect, what to believe, or what to protect herself from. The boy had shown clear interest in her, and that was exactly what scared her the most.
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