𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Fri, 26 Sep 2025 12:40:40 +0000

Raanvi’s fingers clutched the edges of the old swing, the same swing she had spent countless afternoons on as a child, dreaming, laughing… waiting. Memories flooded back—carefree days under the blazing Udaipur sun, when life was simple, and he had been just a boy with a promise.