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Ananya felt her defenses crumbling. She had built a wall around her heart, burying herself in her career as a writer in Delhi, writing fictional romances that she never quite believed in. But this wasn't fiction. This was the smell of the damp earth, the sound of the temple bells ringing in the distance, and the warmth radiating from the man beside her.

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Ananya looked at him, tears stinging her eyes. "I wrote that hoping you’d never see it." Ananya felt her defenses crumbling

“I never wore that saree,” Mitali said. “Until today.” This was the smell of the damp earth,

The ferry horn blared, announcing its arrival, but neither of them moved. The noise of the crowd, the honking of cars on the bridge above, it all faded into the background. There was only the sound of the river and the rhythm of their breathing.