In the quaint town of Eldergrove, where tulip fields stretched as far as the eye could see, two souls were destined to intertwine. Kriyanshi, a spirited artist with a penchant for vibrant colors, often found solace among the blooming flowers. Shivansh, a reserved writer seeking inspiration, wandered through the fields in search of the perfect story.One sunny afternoon, as Kriyanshi set up her easel among the tulips, she noticed Shivansh nearby, lost in thought. Intrigued by his intense gaze, she decided to approach him.“Are you writing a novel or a poem?” she asked, her voice carrying a melodic warmth.Shivansh looked