Under a sky full of stars, old friends gather, laughter weaving through the night.

Ananya clutches a Polaroid, the past pressing against her fingertips.  Rohan leans in, his voice playful yet expectant. "You’ve been quiet.

What’s the story behind that photo?" She hesitates, then smiles—soft, knowing.

"It’s a long one," she says, turning the picture toward the firelight. "And it starts with love… but doesn’t quite end there."