The mall is alive with the buzz of shoppers and soft music playing in the background. Kavita Rana walks through the crowd with elegance, dressed in a pale pink saree and minimal gold jewellery. Two guards follow her at a distance, their eyes scanning the area, but Kavita’s attention is elsewhere

She isn’t here just to shop she’s here to breathe, to escape the suffocation of high walls and responsibilities, even if for a moment. As she glances through the glass window of a bookstore, her steps freeze. Her eyes catch a familiar figure simple shirt, calm posture, a man flipping through pages at the far corner of the store