Years had turned the Bhatt mansion quieter, but Ahana had grown louder. Grandma passed away when Ahana was 9, It was Kashyap who looked after her. Viaan’s mother always kept an eye out for both of them. Now fifteen, she was all energy and attitude the spark that never stayed contained. “Viaan’s here!” Kashyap announced. Ahana had rolled her eyes so hard it might’ve counted as exercise.She found him in the porch, taller, broader, unfairly handsome everything that annoyed her simply because everyone else adored him.“Here to ruin my peace again?”Viaan looked up from his phone, one brow arching in amusement. “You call this peace? I heard you arguing with Kashyap for twenty minutes straight.”

“That’s sibling love,” she shot back. “You wouldn’t understand.”He smirked. “You’re right. I prefer my relationships to involve fewer flying hairbrushes.”“Ugh! You’re impossible!” she huffed, turning to leave but he chuckled, that low, maddening sound that followed her like a dare.“Hey, little bird,” he called after her the nickname Kashyap had given her when she was four. “Try not to crash into walls today.”Ahana froze mid-step, her cheeks burning. “I’m not little anymore,” she muttered, storming off.Viaan smiled into his coffee. She was right she wasn’t little anymore. And that, somehow, made everything infinitely more complicated.