Evening draped Shimla in a soft golden glow, the mist rolling gently through the pine trees like whispers between lovers.
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
*stood by the mirror, brushing out her long waves, a blush dusting her cheeks—not from makeup, but from anticipation. She wore a simple black sweater and beige high-waist trousers, paired with her favorite gold hoops and a touch of vanilla perfume.*
Behind her—Yuvraj.
Leaning casually by the doorframe in a dark turtleneck and beige coat, hands in pockets, but eyes only on her.
Yuvraj Singh Rathore.ML.
(low):
“You look like trouble. The beautiful kind.”
Siyara Banerjee.FL.
(smiling softly):
“And you look like you’ll cause it.”
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