Maya hesitated at the door. “It’s been so long since we did something just for us.”

Maya rested her head on Arjun’s chest. “MoodX should film this,” she teased.

They ordered food, played old music, and fell asleep tangled on the couch — not because the bed was far, but because for the first time in 2024, they weren’t afraid of closeness. They never posted about that night. No social media, no photos. But every time it rains now, Arjun leaves a candle in the bathroom. And Maya, without fail, follows the steam.

Arjun looked up. “Shimla. 2018. You forgot your umbrella, and we got drenched outside the mall road.”

“Is it?” He grinned. “I think it’s the most real we’ve been in months.”