The hotel doors slid shut behind them with a soft thud, the morning sun slicing through the Delhi haze. The street was still damp from last night's unexpected drizzle, and the smell of wet dust clung to the air.
Saanvi adjusted her dupatta and slipped her phone into her sling bag, shoes tapping as they walked side by side to the parking lot.
Support the Story ✨ If my words made you blush, bite your lip, or whisper “just one more chapter”… you’re officially part of the chaos I call storytelling. Wanna help me write more heartbreak, heat, and happily-ever-afters (with a side of caffeine addiction)? You can now support my writing directly! Every little boost helps fuel late-night plot twists, stronger coffee, and the drama you secretly crave. Thanks for being here, darling. You’re my favorite chapter. 🤍 — Kiara Gilbert
Write a comment ...