After school, the group headed straight to Vivan’s family café—a cozy, well-lit spot tucked between a bookstore and a florist, known for its vintage decor and warm cinnamon scent that lingered even outside the glass doors. It had become a familiar place for Aarav and Ishika, but today felt different.Today, they were celebrating.As the door chimed open, laughter echoed, the kind that only followed relief—relief of exams, of results, of holding back for too long.Ishika walked in with Khushi by her side, trying to wear a smile that hid the tightness in her chest. She had told Khushi confidently that