It was one of those lazy evenings where the sky wore a soft golden hue, the breeze was gentle, and everything around looked picture-perfect… except the mood of the four people sitting in the garden.
Kirti sat cross-legged on the grass, her face resting on her palm. Aryan lay flat on the lawn with his arms spread like he’d lost all hope. Yash was playing with a blade of grass while Samira sat beside him, looking equally bored.
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