KANIKA'S POV

The morning sun warmed my face as I woke, feeling the gentle weight of Ansh’s arms around me. My birthday had brought so much joy, yet something stirred uneasily within me—a remnant of the conversation from last night,the last gift I received from the person who called me ‘Ani’. I don’t know who it was, ‘I miss you Viraj bhaiya’ I mumble looking at the ceiling.