It had been a few days since Nisha and Rohan’s trip to the art gallery, and their relationship seemed to be on more stable ground. They had begun communicating more openly, and Nisha felt a tentative sense of calm starting to settle between them. However, despite the progress they had made, there was still a lingering unease within her—a quiet fear that crept in when she least expected it.
It was late in the evening, and Nisha found herself sitting on her balcony, sipping a cup of chai. The cool breeze brushed against her skin as she stared at the twinkling city lights in the distance. The calmness of the moment felt deceptive. She wanted to believe that everything was falling into place, but deep down, a part of her still felt unsettled.
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