The soft evening breeze brushes against the glass walls of the company building as Kashvi quickly walks out, purposely avoiding even a single glance toward Kayaansh. Her steps are hurried, almost nervous, while behind her, Kayaansh walks slowly with his hands inside his pockets, quietly observing her every movement with an unreadable expression.
“Miss Kashvi?” Kayaansh calls out calmly.
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