Viyana stepped out of the house, her brows slightly furrowed as she checked the message Kiyaansh had just sent, asking her to come outside. The night air was cool, brushing against her face as she scanned the driveway, but he was nowhere to be seen. A hint of confusion crossed her face, until a soft flash of light blinked from near the gate. Curious, she walked toward it, her anklets tinkling lightly with every step.

There, parked neatly near the entrance, stood a white scooty, elegantly decorated with pastel ribbons, tiny fairy lights twinkling around the handles. Viyana’s eyes widened, and a bright smile curved on her lips. Her heart fluttered with excitement as she spotted a note pinned to the seat. She gently picked it up, unfolding it carefully, her eyes sparkling as she began to read the words written in Kiyaansh’s familiar handwriting.