Mira couldn’t focus for the rest of the day.It annoyed her how one stranger could rearrange the furniture of her mind without even touching it. She sat at her desk, laptop open, emails unread, cursor blinking like it was mocking her inability to think straight.She kept seeing his back.Straight. Controlled. As if carrying something invisible but unbearably heavy.Aarav Vale.The name tasted unfamiliar, yet wrong in a way that felt personal. She didn’t remember hearing it before, but her heart reacted like it had known him for years and was offended by the lie of forgetting.Across the city, Aarav stood in