He extended his hand, palm open. No ring. No grand promise. Just an offer.
And for the first time in a long time, home didn't feel like an address. It felt like a hand holding hers. Slowly. Gently. Surely. Dhire Dhire Aap Mere -From Baazi- -Udit Naray...
The rain had stopped, but the terrace still smelled of wet earth and jasmine. Neha stood by the railing, watching the last droplets fall from the clothesline. She heard his footsteps before she saw him—slow, hesitant, unlike the confident lawyer she knew in courtrooms. He extended his hand, palm open
"Still here?" Rohit asked, his voice soft. He extended his hand
Slowly, she placed her hand in his.