Part 2
A single candle glowed to life in Rivaan's hand, casting golden light across his jaw, across the edges of a layout of lines traced in string and hope. Candles sat on the floor, arranged carefully… thoughtfully. A map. A dream. A future.
“This,” Rivaan said, “is our home.”
Vanya blinked. Her breath caught. The space, though empty, was alive with vision. Each candle marked a room. Each glow whispered of memories not yet made.
“Come,” he said, stepping aside.
She took one step forward.
But before her foot could land, Rivaan cut in, grinning. “Stop.”
He walked to her, swift as a promise, and before she could protest, he swept her into his arms.
“Home coming...” He smirked. “Kapoor style.”
She gasped, clutched his shoulder.
He carried her across the candle-path like she was po
