Wrapped in a cozy blanket, Tripti leaned against Sarvagya on the floating pool lounge, her eyes glued to the screen. The movie was romantic, intense, and thrilling—all the perfect ingredients for an unforgettable night. But while the film played, their attention kept wavering.
Sarvagya's fingers trailed along her arm absentmindedly, making her shiver at his touch. Tripti smiled, enjoying the warmth of his body beside her, and the way his presence made her feel safe and cherished. Every now and then, he would whisper a teasing remark about the movie, and she would playfully swat his arm. It was perfect—the kind of night she had always imagined.
Until his phone buzzed.
At first, he ignored it. But then it rang again. And again.
Sarvagya sighed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. The moment he saw the name flashing on the screen, his expression changed. His playful smirk disappeared, replaced by something tense—something almost nervous.