The terrace settled into silence after their promise, the faint laughter from below fading into a distant hum. Shanvi sat with her knees drawn up, her little finger still linked with his, unwilling to let go too soon. For her, that promise was everything — a dream sealed in golden dusk.

For Vehaan, it was a weight. A single word — ok — yet it bound him more deeply than he had expected. He had wanted to protect her innocence, but instead, he had stepped into it, shared it, and unknowingly made it his responsibility.