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Kashmir, 10 AM 

The valley lay draped in a thick white quilt of snow, the golden sunlight slicing through the icy air, carrying with it the whispers of the cold breeze. Birds chirped on the frost-kissed branches, as if composing a melody for the land’s beauty—because just as India’s crown is Kashmir, Kashmir’s heart is Dal Lake… and Amaal. 

Amaal’s POV :

Lost in my romantic dream, I could almost feel his hand in mine. His fingers traced over my skin, his deep eyes locking with mine as he brought a spoonful of food to my lips. My heartbeat raced when he leaned in—so close, so intoxicatingly close—his breath fanning my face. Just when his lips were about to meet mine— 

"Amaal! Amaal, uth ja!" 

Ugh! Ammi’s voice crashed through my dream like a thunderstorm ruining a fairytale. My eyes fluttered open, and frustration bubbled inside me. Kya, Ammi! Aapko hamesha galat time pe hi aana hota hai! My perfect dream, shattered. 

I groaned, rubbing my eyes, and stretched my arms lazily. "How much time is it even?" I mumbled, reaching for my alarm clock. The poor thing had been ringing its heart out—God knows since when! And the moment my eyes landed on the time— 

"WHAT?! 10 BAJ GAYE?"

I screamed so loud, the entire Kashmir valley might have heard me. 

Ammi’s voice floated from downstairs, calm as ever, “Haan, 10 baj gaye. Ab nashta kar lo!” 

Panic kicked in. I shot up from bed like I was on fire, dashed to the bathroom, and freshened up in record time. As soon as I bolted downstairs, I found Ammi busy in the kitchen, while Meher Appi sat glued to her laptop at the breakfast table. 

Without wasting a second, I rushed into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around Ammi from behind in a tight hug.  Assalamualaikum ammi

I greeted as my mother placed a warm hand on my head. 

"Walekum Salam, Baccha Now hurry up and have breakfast," she said with a gentle smile. 

"Ji, Ammi," I replied, stepping out of the kitchen and settling into my chair. 

"Assalamualaikum, Baji!" I called out. 

She barely looked up from her laptop. "Oh, you’re up? I was sure you'd skip straight to lunch," she remarked dryly. 

Before I could respond, Ammi set the breakfast on the table and interjected, "Let her rest, it’s just one day off." 

"Ammi, you’re spoiling her," Baji huffed. 

"Enough chit-chat. Eat before it gets cold," Ammi insisted. 

Just as Baji and I started eating, a storm named Fatima—my one and only childhood best friend—burst into the house. She tossed her bag onto the dining table like she owned the place and blurted out, "Yaar Amaal, did you seriously reject Kabir?" 

Silence. 

Ammi and Baji both turned to stare at me, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. 

I avoided their piercing gazes, quickly mumbling, "Arey, Fatto! I don’t want to get married right now. Let them find a guy for Baji first, not me." 

"But why reject him outright?" Fatima shot back, crossing her arms. 

"Amaal, he loves you," Baji sighed, clearly exasperated. 

I exhaled sharply, pushing my plate away. "I see Kabir as a friend, not a husband. And you all know… my heart already belongs to someone else." 

Fatima rolled her eyes. "And you know damn well he’s never going to marry you!" 

I clenched my fists. "Love isn’t just about marriage, Fatima." 

Right then, my phone buzzed. My heart skipped a beat as I checked the notification. My eyes widened, and within seconds, I shot up from my chair. 

"Forget all this! Quick, turn on the TV! His live interview is on!" I shrieked, almost knocking over my glass. 

Ammi sighed, placing a hand on her forehead. "This girl is hopeless." 

"What does she even see in that man?" Baji groaned. 

"I just worry about Amaal… What will happen when her dreams shatter?"  Fatima muttered. 

Ignoring their remarks, I snatched the remote, curled up on the couch, and glued my eyes to the screen. 

For two hours straight, I sat there, completely lost in him—his words, his presence. 

And for those two hours, nothing else in the world mattered. 

I was lying upside down on my bed at night, reading a romantic novel, when Meher Baji entered the room. Actually, both of us shared the same room, just the beds were separate. I really wished Baji would get married soon so I could have the whole room to myself.

Baji saw me engrossed in my novel, grabbed a pillow from her bed, and lightly placed it on my head. "Amaal, go to sleep. Look at the time, it's so late, and why do you waste your time with all this nonsense every day?"

I lazily responded, "It's not nonsense, Baji."

She sat down on her bed and said, "This kind of stuff doesn't really happen in real life."

I replied, "But Baji, trust me, one day it will be real."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Your price charming going to make it real for you

by the way what's his name ?

I replied His name is.....

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