CHAPTER
The set buzzed with activity. Lights dimmed, cameras focused, and crew members darted about with an urgency only film sets knew. Amidst the chaos stood Rivaan, adjusting his cufflinks with a practiced flair.
He turned, and there she was.
Vaanya.
Her eyes wide, face flushed, her breath catching slightly as she stared at him like she’d walked into a moment she had no idea she was craving.
He raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing here, Biwi?”
Vaanya blinked. Once. Twice. She opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “I… I…” she stammered, gawking as if his very presence had pulled the floor from beneath her feet.
Rivaan tilted his head, concern subtly clouding his eyes. “All okay?”
“I… forgot… why I came,” she finally muttered, as the spot boy offered her coffee. She ref
