She hadn’t slept much.

Not because of dreams —

but because of the absence of them.

At breakfast, her mother spoke about relatives she barely remembered.

Her father nodded, silent as usual.

Aarohi listened without reacting.

Silence had always been the loudest voice in her family.

Later that day, she went to the café downstairs — the one she visited when thoughts became heavy.

Kabir was already there.

Same corner seat.

Same unreadable calm.

Their eyes met this time.

Not long.

Just enough.

“Do you believe in coincidences?” he asked suddenly.

Aarohi paused.

“No,” she replied.

“I believe in unfinished connections.”

Kabir looked at her — carefully.

As if deciding how much truth was safe.

Outside, the sky darkened slightly.

Something had begun.

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