As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the serene surroundings of Vrindavan, Shashwat emerged onto his balcony, fresh from his bath. The air was filled with the sweet scent of jasmine and the distant sound of temple bells echoed in the air.

The tranquil morning in Vrindavan was disrupted by the sound of water droplets hitting the ground. Shashwat emerged onto his balcony, the refreshing sensation of his bath still lingering on his skin, only to find Siya standing on her own balcony, vigorously wiping her wet hair with a frenzied energy.