“You always did pick the windiest spots, Surya.”
His body froze. That voice—a mix of honey and gravel. He turned. kushi sj surya
Madhu. Not the girl in the chunni from his memories, but a woman. Stronger. Softer around the edges. She held a small box of kaja —the sweet they used to fight over. “You always did pick the windiest spots, Surya