The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan. Shriyansh and Dhrisha were locked in a moment that felt suspended in time. His hands gently rested on her waist, hers looped around his neck. Their faces were mere inches apart as they leaned in, their breaths mingling before their lips finally met.

For a few seconds, nothing else mattered. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in this bubble of intimacy.