Four days had passed since that night—the night I couldn't shake from my mind. Things had felt... strange since then. Vivaan's presence had lingered in the back of my mind, even though I tried to push it away. The last thing I needed was to fall into the past and dwell on things that didn't work out—especially not with him.

Still, I couldn't help but recall how he looked that night. The black blazer that fit him perfectly, the white shirt, the smooth effortless way he held himself, those brown eyes—eyes that seemed to see straight through me. I sighed, letting the memory slip away as I sipped my coffee, trying to focus on the present.