It was strange, even for Rivaan Kapoor, to feel nervous.
He stood at the edge of the chawl, where laughter echoed through narrow lanes, the scent of frying pakoras drifted in from one of the homes, and children with scraped knees ran barefoot under drying clothes strung like bunting. This place, alien to his polished world, had become a backdrop to a chapter of his life he never thought he’d return to yet here he was.
Wearing a black shirt buttoned carefully by the woman who had unknowingly stitched a lecture into every thread Rivaan smirked faintly at the thought of her. “You stitched a button but added a full philosophy,” he had teased her earlier. But she had changed him. Vanya Kapoor had made him feel things that no award or spotlight ever could.
He walked further into the chawl, th
