They met again the next evening. Then the next.
Not out of habit—but choice.
One night, sitting near the tea stall, Aarav finally spoke the words he had carried for years.
"I loved you," he said. "I think… I never stopped."
Meera's breath caught—not in shock, but recognition.
"I loved you too," she replied softly. "I was just afraid love would ask for more than I could give."
Aarav smiled gently.
"Love asks for honesty. That's all."