The morning sun filtered through the glass walls of the café, falling gently on Riya’s notebook. She was writing her last piece for college magazine — “Love, if it’s real, finds its way back.”She smiled softly at the line, unaware that in a few minutes, life was going to introduce her to someone who would make that sentence true.A tall boy walked in, late as always, holding a camera. “You’re Riya, right? I’m Arjun — the photographer assigned for your article.”She looked up, surprised by his confidence, and for a moment, time slowed. His eyes had that rare warmth —