Siddharth sat alone in his cabin, his mind consumed by thoughts of how to meet Shruti and explain everything to her. He had been racking his brain for hours, but every idea he came up with seemed flawed. Just as he was about to give up, an idea struck him. He quickly checked his phone to see when the next art exhibition was scheduled to take place, knowing that Shruti always attended them."Perfect! It's in two days," he murmured to himself, a sense of determination rising within him.Two days passed quickly, and Siddharth found himself standing outside the venue of