Kashmir, 1962. Meera believes in quiet things-anklets at dusk, letters written in careful handwriting, promises made beneath trees. With her brothers away at war and her mother forever worried, the world feels smaller and more watchful than it once did. There is gossip in the streets and comfort in familiarity. There is a boy she loves and a future she is certain of. For now. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Delhi, 1962. Roshan believes in structure-books aligned on shelves, words weighed before they are spoken, a life built carefully and correctly. With a name to uphold and a future already decided, certainty feels like duty more than comfort. There is order in his world and faith in reason. There is little room for error, and even less for indulgence. For now.