(Kishori had finally gathered the courage to confess her love for Manav. Racing to the park where he sang, her heart soared—but Aakash interrupted, dragging Manav away. Disappointed, Kishori tried again later, strumming her guitar, but her words faltered. Even among friends, she faced judgment for daring to take the first step, yet she boldly declared her feelings. From afar, Manav watched her, smiling, his heart full of patience. Back home, he wrote a song, holding her photograph close. “I’ll wait,” he whispered, “but one day, you’ll tell me.” And Kishori’s silence held both fear and hope. Now ahead)Shadows between