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𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬: 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜𝐱𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐥.
A fleeting, hidden romance during an overseas tour, soft kisses in foreign cities, hands brushing in midnight metros, laughter echoing through narrow alleys like a secret that felt like it would disappear if even whispered. It felt suspended in time, like maybe it could last as long as they never said it aloud. So they didn't. Not once.
Now, back in India, they're just acquaintances again. A nod at common events, polite smiles while passing, acting like Paris never happened. But every time their eyes meet, it lingers like a memory trying to claw its way back. They both wanted more. But they kept pretending they didn't.
