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Meera was in Jaipur, preparing for her medical entrance exams. Aryan was in Pune, buried in engineering deadlines. They hadn't spoken in three months—not out of anger, but out of the exhausting silence that long-distance relationships often drift into.

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The next morning, her phone buzzed. It was Aryan calling. As the rain-filled tone played, she didn't say "hello." She just held the phone to the window. Meera was in Jaipur, preparing for her medical