The Pandit called everyone forward, and the puja began. As the mantras filled the air and the smell of incense rose, everyone became lost in their prayers. Everyone, except Arnav.

He stood there, supposed to be focusing on the ritual, but his gaze kept drifting back to Khushi. He didn’t understand it. He couldn't take his eyes off her. There was something about her—an invisible pull—that he couldn't explain.