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He extended his hand, palm open. No ring. No grand promise. Just an offer.

The rain had stopped, but the terrace still smelled of wet earth and jasmine. Neha stood by the railing, watching the last droplets fall from the clothesline. She heard his footsteps before she saw him—slow, hesitant, unlike the confident lawyer she knew in courtrooms. Dhire Dhire Aap Mere -From Baazi- -Udit Naray...

His fingers closed around hers—not tight, not desperate. Just... there. Present. He extended his hand, palm open