The rain drummed a steady beat against the window of the small cafe, but Aryan wasn’t looking at the weather. He was staring at his phone, his thumb hovering over the "Post" button.

"So, my nakhre are world news now?" she teased, leaning forward.

"Not world news," Aryan grinned, pocketing his phone. "Just my favorite view."

But Aryan was waiting for only one person to see it. Across the table, Maya’s phone chimed. She picked it up, her eyebrows shooting up as she watched the status. She looked at the screen, then at him, a slow, mischievous smirk spreading across her face.

“Bhai, she’s going to kill you for this angle!” his best friend messaged. “Goals,” his cousin replied.

By the time they left the cafe, the status had dozens of views, but for them, the real story was just getting started.

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