It had been a few days since the dinner, and Svakshi had been replaying the evening in her mind over and over. She'd even found herself looking at her phone more often, half-expecting a message from Yuvaan. The moments they shared, the way he'd been so genuinely different from what she'd expected—it lingered with her.

And then, he did text her. The messages weren't anything groundbreaking, just the usual light conversation, a check-in to see how her day was going. But she found herself waiting for more, something deeper, something real. But the days passed, and though his texts were kind, they didn't carry the same weight as that night. She still wasn't sure where they stood—if he even wanted anything more than casual chats.