Darsh’s feet echoed in his as he wandered aimlessly, the cool evening breeze brushing against his face. He had been trying to clear his head, but his thoughts kept drifting to the letter he had received. It had arrived so suddenly, and the moment the postman handed it to him, his heart skipped a beat. He had recognized the handwriting immediately — it was hers.

"But usse yahan ka adress mila kaise!" He couldn't help but think.