The lock burst wide open when Sana arrived. She swept in with the energy of a storm—colorful scarf trailing behind her, bangles jingling, bags slung over both arms. The bell above the door barely stopped ringing before she shrieked, “There you are!” Abhay and Ved had no chance. She hugged them both fiercely, nearly knocking Ved’s glasses askew. “Look at you two!” Sana exclaimed, pulling back to study them. “Same faces, more wrinkles. And Freddo—oh my god, he’s still alive? He deserves this reunion more than either of you!” Freddo barked once, wagging furiously at her voice. “Thanks for the confidence boost,” Abhay deadpanned. Ved rolled his eyes. “Some things never change.” “Exactly,” Sana said, grinning. “And thank god for that.” A memory flashed in Abhay’s mind: Sana standing in the dusty school auditorium, ordering them into roles for one of her “impromptu plays.” She had made Ved a tree—Tree Number Three, to be exac—just to get under his skin. “Bet she’ll direct the waiter tonight too,” Ved muttered. “Only if he can act better than you did as a tree,” Sana shot back without missing a beat. They burst into laughter, the years shrinking like they had never been apart.
Tia............
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