Until we find home ✨

Until we find home ✨

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She moved to Delhi for a job. Not for him. Definitely not for Kanav Khanna. Not for the boy who forgot to pick her up from the airport. Not for the boy who still called her Shri. And definitely not for the boy who somehow still felt like home. Years changed them. Distance changed them. But living under the same roof? That was never part of the plan. Now between old memories, missed moments, childhood promises, and feelings neither of them are ready to name- one question remains: Can two people really stay just friends... when their hearts never moved on? ❤️
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