Part 2
The afternoon sunlight had spilled lazily through the French windows of the Kapoor mansion, kissing the white marble floor and dancing over the soft folds of the curtain. It was one of those quiet moments when silence spoke louder than words. Vanya stood near the mirror, her face a strange mix of calm and chaos.
Just then, the door creaked open. Suhasini Taneja stepped in, a gentle smile playing on her lips, her arms holding a wrapped package and a photo frame pressed close to her heart.
“Vanya,” Suhasini said, her voice laced with emotion, “I brought you something.”
Vanya turned, her brows knitting softly.
Suhasini unwrapped the gift revealing a stunning photo frame. In it, Rivaan Kapoor was captured mid-smile, eyes fixated not at the camera, but at her. At Vanya. As if his e
