Khushi and Aarav sat quietly on the wooden bench tucked beneath an old gulmohar tree. The evening breeze whispered through the leaves, scattering the fallen petals at their feet. Neither spoke for a while. It was the kind of silence that didn’t feel awkward—it just lingered, like a moment waiting to settle into memory.Then Khushi finally broke it.“You know, Aarav,” she said softly, her eyes not meeting his, “do you know why I’m telling you all this?”Aarav turned to her, puzzled. “No… why?”She exhaled slowly, looking up at the darkening sky. “Because I’ve seen Ishika change since she met you.”That