Aman stood there for a heartbeat too long, his hand still unconsciously grazing the spot on his cheek where Aditi’s quick kiss had landed. It had been nothing more than a fleeting brush of her lips, but it left him shaken — the kind of gentle touch that carries the weight of years.Years of waiting.Years of longing.Years of fighting for what they both knew in their hearts was worth it.He turned toward the changing room she had disappeared into, his gaze softening, his chest aching in that bittersweet way only she could cause. She wasn’t just the woman he loved