The park was bursting with color — neon lights flickering, the air thick with laughter, popcorn, and the occasional terrified scream from the roller coaster that looped just above them. Everyone was scattered around in their own little worlds — Purvi and Akansha arguing over stuffed toys. Avyukt stood beside them. Shivansh dragging Rakshit toward the shooting stalls.

And then there was Prakhar. His eyes were locked on Rida, who was standing near the carousel. Abhimanyu stood beside her, saying something that made her lips curve — not a big smile, just that small, quiet one she gave when she was trying to be polite.