Yuvaan drove toward Svakshi's studio, his mind racing. He had a car full of ten dresses and ten bouquets, each one more extravagant than the last, but in his gut, he still felt that nagging sense of uncertainty. What if Svakshi didn't appreciate the gesture? What if she wasn't in the mood to forgive him? The last thing he wanted was to make the situation worse.

When he finally pulled up outside her sleek, modern architecture studio, he hesitated for a moment, staring up at the large glass doors. Svakshi's studio was a reflection of her—clean, minimalist, and meticulously designed. He had no idea how to approach her now, especially after making such a mess of things.