The next two days passed in a blur — not because they were chaotic, not because they were dull, but because they were filled with something gentle. Quiet. Almost shy.
For the past forty-eight hours, Aditya's world had been confined to the dim glow of a smartphone screen. His contact with Nisha consisted of a series of digital messages—"Good morning," "I've eaten, hope you have too," "Just finished a long shoot," "Good night." For anyone else, these would have been ordinary, everyday messages. But for Aditya, they were his lifeline. Every vibration of his phone sent a jolt of caffeine through his veins. They were both busy—she with the exhausting demands of her stardom, and he with the relentless pace of his medical profession. Yet, the anticipation of 'today' had been a low hum beneath everything he did.
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