The day passed slowly. Karan spent most of it idly browsing the internet, playing games, and trying to distract himself from the heaviness in his chest.
By noon, hunger struck. He went to the kitchen, prepared a simple lunch, and had just sat down to eat when the doorbell rang.
Thinking it was Aryan, he got up and opened the door—only to be completely taken aback.
Standing there was the yellow dress girl.
Karan blinked. "Uh… hi?"
She smiled warmly. "Hi! I'm sorry to bother you, but my gas cylinder just ran out, and I was wondering if you could help me replace it?"
For a moment, Karan just stood there, processing her words. Then, snapping back to reality, he quickly nodded. "Yeah, of course. No problem."
She stepped aside as he followed her into her apartment. It was neat and well-decorated, with shelves filled with books. Karan noticed "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Brontë lying open on a small table—it was the same book she had been reading earlier.
He crouched down and began replacing the gas cylinder while she stood nearby, watching with a small smile.
"You just moved in?" Karan asked as he tightened the valve.
She nodded. "Yeah, last week. I haven't had time to meet many neighbors yet."
Karan finished the setup and stood up, dusting off his hands. "There you go. All set."
She turned on the stove, and the flame ignited instantly. "Perfect! Thank you so much."
Karan shrugged. "No big deal."
But before he could leave, an idea struck him.
"Hey," he said, hesitating for a second. "I just made lunch… if you're free, do you wanna join?"
Her eyes lit up. "That sounds great!"