The next morning dawned soft and golden, the kind of light that made everything feel like a fresh beginning. Tara stepped out of the house in a simple travel outfit, still glowing faintly from last night’s engagement. Mihir was already leaning against the car, sunglasses on, arms crossed, pretending he wasn’t staring at her like she was the sunrise itself.
“Ready?” he asked, opening the passenger door with a little bow.



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