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"Shonaa… chalo hum aaj shopping mall chalte hai…" Navya said suddenly, her eyes lighting up like a child who just found a hidden treasure. She leaned forward, placing her chin on her hand and looking at Adhrika with hopeful anticipation.
Adhrika, who had been lazily flipping through a fashion magazine, looked up with a raised brow. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she tilted her head slightly. "Hum sab chalein?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
Navya scrunched her nose and made a dramatic face, waving her hand. "Sab to busy hai… hum dono hi chalte hai…" she replied, her voice dancing with mischief and excitement. She tapped her phone against her palm and added, "And anyway, I want some peaceful shopping time with my Shonaa."
Adhrika laughed softly, the kind that warmed the room without effort. "Haaa… thik hai, chalo," she said, closing the magazine and stretching her arms above her head. Her smile was gentle—like the calm after a storm.
Navya clapped her hands with delight. "Okay, be ready at 2 o'clock. Driver ko saath lekar chalenge…" she said, already imagining the outfits and the endless coffee breaks they'd indulge in.
Adhrika gave her a playful salute. "Okk boss," she chuckled, her eyes twinkling as she got up from the couch and did a mock march toward her room.
Navya threw a cushion at her with a laugh, and the two girls dissolved into giggles, the quiet room now echoing with the warmth of their bond—a perfect blend of sisterhood, friendship, and those little spontaneous plans that became memories for life.
𖦹✧ 𝒜𝒹𝒽𝓎𝒶𝒫𝒪𝒱 ✧𖦹
By the way… can I ask you something?
I said softly, my voice barely rising above the gentle hum of the cafe's afternoon crowd. My fingers moved absently over the countertop as I wiped it clean, but my eyes were fixed on him—Vidhyut.
He was standing by the shelf, carefully arranging the freshly baked muffins into the display. There was a strange kind of comfort in watching him work… steady, calm, almost like he belonged here more than anyone else.
"Aap yaha roz kaise aa jaate hai?" I finally asked, tilting my head slightly as I leaned against the counter. My eyes searched his face, waiting for his answer. I wasn’t being nosy—just curious. For the past six months, he'd been here like clockwork, without fail. Always helping. Always silent.
He glanced at me, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes like he didn’t expect the question today. But then, a small smile tugged at his lips. The kind that hides stories behind it.
"Jii… Aapko thank you bolne," he said simply, placing the last muffin in its place and dusting his hands off gently. His voice was calm, like a soft breeze passing through a quiet room.
