RAWAL HAVELI

After dinner, Aarohi stood on the balcony, dressed in a black nightshirt and shorts with tiny heart prints scattered across the fabric. The soft night breeze caressed her skin as she closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the peace. Abhimanyu opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. His eyes scanned the empty room, his brows drawing together in confusion. Then he noticed the balcony door slightly ajar. A smile crept onto his lips as he quietly walked over. Leaning casually against the doorframe, he watched her from behind—her long hair fluttering slightly with the wind, the city lights twinkling in the distance. Aarohi felt the weight of his gaze and turned around, a small smile playing on her lips. “When did you come?” she asked softly.