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As night falls, the sky gradually changes from a deep blue to a soft gold, blending the hues. A few clouds drift across it slowly, as if they don't care about time. In the distance, the trees leaves whisper together like a soft song as they gently sway in the breeze. In a way, everything around me seems quiet and calm.
I slowly make a half-circle while taking in the views. You don't want to rush through this kind of beauty. The kind that makes you forget texts, to-do lists, and boring meetings.
But just as I pivot, something catches my eye across the reflective glass of the building.
Him.
Vedant.
He's leaning against the glass wall, on the phone talking to someone-but his gaze isn't on the screen. It's on me. Through the glass, his expression is unreadable, half-shadowed by the building lights, but his attention is unmistakable. He's watching me-not just noticing, but watching. Like he doesn't know whether to walk out and say something or just stand there and keep watching.
I blink, momentarily frozen. Then instinctively, I pull myself together-shoulders back, face neutral. It's ridiculous how someone's gaze can make you feel both powerful and exposed at the same time.
I tear my eyes away and start walking in the direction where Dinesh is supposed to be waiting, the sound of my footsteps muted by the breeze.