PART 6: When Curiosity Turns WarmSome connections arrive like storms.Loud. Fast. Unavoidable.This one didn’t.It arrived like warmth.The kind that settles slowly into your bones without asking permission.The next few days unfolded in a rhythm Aarushi hadn’t planned, yet somehow needed.Mornings were still the same—alarm, tea, routine—but her evenings had changed. They now carried anticipation, not anxiety. She didn’t wait with impatience; she waited with curiosity.She didn’t ask herself if Mira would be there.She asked herself how it would feel today.That difference mattered.On Wednesday evening, the sky was clear again.Aarushi reached the bus stop early, her bag slung loosely over one