Asha laid in the ICU ward, still unconscious and partially out of danger. Tubes connected to her frail body. Jay turned and saw Sanskaar's disappearance, yet again.

The clock almost struck midnight. It had been four hours since they admitted Asha and not for once he sat. Neither did he visit Asha through the door.

Jay lacked personal experience of having a dear one in a dead bed. Of course, Swara had been there yet there was a hope of her recovery each time, nothing life threatening.

And Sanskaar-- he stood firm. Consulting doctors, getting drugs from the pharmacy and negotiating on bills. Not a moment he rested.

A cup of tea before him brought Jay to sense. He looked up and there, Sanskaar was. Bloodied eyes, torn face but still a small smile graced him.

"I pulled you for a run, didn't I?" Sanskaar felt apologetic for ruining Jay's time. It was helplessness that made him ask for help, "Did you eat? Wait let me--"

Jay dragged Sanskaar down before he started to take another walk, "Sanskaar! If anyone needs food, it is you. Do you know how awful you look?"

He shot a glare enough for Sanskaar to not say anything, "You really need some food in your system." Jay almost stood but then he had to stop him.

"I can't have it Jay. It makes me sick." He reasoned out. Sanskaar had vague recollection of having a bit of any food at the hospital lobby for energy and spending an hour by the restroom's sink in the past.

"We both really share the habit." Jay mused. It was one horrible habit though, "Swara disliked it a lot." Sanskaar had a small smile at that which was noticed by Jay.

Sanskaar wasn't sure how to express his gratitude to Jay. If it weren't for him, he could have lost his sanity. Jay stood by him throughout the process.

The sort of assurance he had not hoped to have from anyone. Isn't that one of the reasons he pushed Swara away? Sanskaar stared at the floor aimlessly.

Swara-- he didn't doubt her abilities to support him. No. It was about him, his situation dragging her down from what she deserved to have.

Something he cannot let it happen.

"How's she?" Jay got his attention. Sanskaar rubbed a hand over his sore neck, "She requires angioplasty but the doctors think she might not make it owing to her unstable health."

Might not make it.. Jay couldn't find appropriate words to speak further. All he could wonder was how many times he survived in these instabilities.

"You can meet her but make sure to not stress her." A nurse informed them and left.

Sanskaar didn't move an inch. Of course, he wanted to see her. But he was scared-- that sight would again imprint in his mind to haunt him for years.

"Sanskaar." Jay understood his turmoil though, "She needs you now." He stressed it out for him. While he gave soft encouraging pats on his back.

Sanskaar sighed. He knew, Asha needed him and so did he. That alone made him stand, "You should rest now Jay." He said in whispers.

"And-- Don't tell her." He added in. Swara would murder him for concealing a matter like this. But Sanskaar hoped it wouldn't turn big and Asha would return back. Like always.

Then, he could confess all of it to her.

"I won't." Jay assured. One said there's Swara- mourning in silence for the love she thought was lost. Here Sanskaar- tormenting his self for breaking her heart.

Jay gave a quick hug to Sanskaar as he walked out of the hospital. Love did stay in their heart. But love alone wasn't enough to save them from the fall.

Sanskaar stood at the threshold. A door that parted him and Asha with a hope she was not awake yet. He could never face her without a breakdown.

The only reason he refused to take a glance of her. He looked visibly tired; of life, of himself but Asha would interpret in another way.

Despite all of it, Sanskaar could still fight for her, still beg for mercy to God. He momentarily had his burning eyes closed before he stepped in.

Asha never looked so battered even in his wildest dreams. Colours of life drained from her face, palest skin ever and warmth somehow replaced by cold.

He traced all her weary features and paused. One thought made him draw his fingers off her as a memory flashed before him.

She had called him, "Sunny" with all the leftover strength. "Let it be--" she had said only because she knew he was too exhausted.

Asha didn't want him to carry the burden of guilt if it was her last moment. Even with failing breath, her concern rested only there.

She must have thought, she was dying. He witnessed it all- so clear in her eyes. Sanskaar found it difficult to breathe amongst the haunted memories.

For a moment, Sanskaar wondered if it was all worth it to fight her body conditions. If he was worth enough to fight against all the sufferings and ache.

He pressed her fragile knuckles on his forehead. Eyes closed for the reality had turned out to be his nightmare. Sleep couldn't bring the calm as before.

Asha stirred up from a long sleep. Heavy eyelids, oxygen mask and wires- Asha felt all of them. The haze started to fade from her mind.

Sanskaar felt her move. But he refused to look up- his bloodshot eyes, disheveled state could be the last thing he ever wanted her to see.

They already had enough heartbreaks. He swallowed thickly, chest tightened with all the overwhelmed emotions of momentum joy and impending fear.

"Sunny" Asha called. Tears blurred his vision. Sanskaar's jaws tightened at a vain attempt to keep up his feelings, "Sanskaar, I'm okay."

One tear drop. Another and another followed. They drenched her pale knuckles with hot tears and all Asha could see was his messed up hair

"Don't go-- you won't go right?" A broken whisper came from Sanskaar. A plead. A question of assurance-- something she couldn't give.

Sanskaar's muffled cries broke Asha more. Not even scraped knees in childhood or his real identity of being adopted or not even his grandfather's death she saw him cry as that.

It hurt. Hurt because it was the first time Sanskaar begged for something. Hurt because despite his pleas she could do nothing.

Asha looked away. Guilt. Helplessness- all fell in forms of tears. The doom was around the corner, coming for her and she could never tell that to her boy.

Sanskaar knew the answer too and that made him cry more. To imagine a life without this woman-- he couldn't process it. He couldn't accept it.

In all the stillness, it was only tears and no voices for comfort. After all, the answer was so evident to them that they could only mourn in silence.

Indeed, a heavy silence

~

Oddly for a summer day, the cold night was a stark contrast. In an hour or two, dawn would again rise to commence a new day. And Swara had trouble sleeping.

The day she secretly hoped it hadn't come soon. Swara should board the flight at noon with her aunt, Shefali. A lot of things ran in her mind, all of them tangled.

Was she doing the right thing? - Swara asked herself for the nth time from the past six hours. One side, her passion and other side, her healing dysfunctional family.

She couldn't leave neither of them nor did her situation help her to choose both. It's a choice of only one option. Swara scowled- Where has she landed herself with?

Aditya loosened his tie. A stressful day followed by an online international meeting, he was close to sleep like a dead corpse. He almost walked inside if not for Swara.

She was seated on the open corridors, her legs on the lawn but it was her scowl that lured Aditya to meet her, "You should be sleeping."

Swara seemed a bit startled at his sudden appearance, "I tried" and it followed with a heavy sigh. Aditya could guess the rest of the story already.

His formal shoes were cast aside as he sat down with Swara. Cold breeze embraced them as they remained silent in their own solitude.

"Decisions shouldn't be debated once you finalize it." Aditya said, "Or else you see what it does to you? Sleepless nights." He stretched out his legs, cold bare feet in line with the grass.

"What would you choose?" Swara made a random inquiry. Her eyes fixed on the cloudy sky.

"I would have ran off abroad again if I had the chance." Aditya chuckled as he looked at his closed garage. Swara noticed that exchange.

That chuckle seemed normal but she knew the pain laced behind it. An unfinished dream buried. Closed. But the memories still remain.

"Just one chance, one thread to escape from here." Aditya could still recollect- each day was a struggle. A question of survival in both his profession and personal life.

"And I don't want to leave. I got all of you, my family after years-- I'm afraid of this distance." She managed to voice out her fear.

"Look at me." He said and when she did, Aditya reached her hand, "When hearts aren't distant, what can a mere thousands of kilometres do? It makes a difference,  Swara."

Moreover, all she should do was to ring a call and he'd be there for her. Something Swara knew about it too. Yet, that does not clear her mind.

"I'll be away for years. Will it stay the same?" The tremor in her voice made Aditya's heart break. It all made sense though. Her fear of losing people again.

Swara's lashes droop at the surprised reaction she received from him. He held her hands in a gentle grip, something he had been doing for a while at her lowest times.

She became accustomed to it that now she fears to not have these hands to hold her. Assure her. 

"Changes are inevitable but there are few things that would never change, Swara." Aditya made her look, "We will be one among the few because love stays. Always."

"Love always stays." Swara was sure about that, "Sometimes alive through people or just in memories. We never know." She mused softly as she inhaled a bout of breeze.

Her distant eyes and melancholy in her tone somehow confused Aditya. Somehow her words did not seem connected to her leave alone. It was more.

"I better try to sleep." Swara gathered herself. There were few people to meet and a flight to catch. She should have some energy for all of it.

"You should." Aditya agreed and with an exchange of good-night, he watched his sister leave inside.

He closed his burning eyes against the cold breeze as he pondered. The difference in Swara's behaviour-  for weeks she had been devoid of her usual self.

It cannot be her departure alone-- there was something else. Something bigger, Something more heartbreaking to speak that way and all Aditya could do was to wonder what it was.

~

After that night, Jay's concern towards Sanskaar had possibly grown more. He often made trips to see the grandmother - son. 

So it shocked Jay when he was informed of Asha's sudden discharge. Her reports seemed terrible the other day and the discharge was out of the question.

Now, Jay and Sanskaar took a seat in Sanskaar's room. The distant clutter of vessels from the kitchen spoke louder to them.

"Angioplasty is a risk. The medical drugs can only prolong her stay-- for now; They said. And she wanted to return home." Sanskaar informed and grew silent.

No consolation could make him feel better,  Jay knew that. But he didn't know what to offer either. Sanskaar already looked so lost.

"You should be with her." He stated as a matter of fact. Swara had a flight in a few hours. She needs him now.

"I know." Jay sighed. Swara was leaving with a broken heart, "She has people with her. I'm supposed to be here, with you."

Sanskaar wanted to argue. Swara needed Jay at the moment. At least her best friend's presence could ease her as she  begins her new phase. But he had no strength to fight.

"Meet her for once." Jay said. Not because Swara needs him, it was Sanskaar who needed her more, "She wouldn't like me there, Jay."

"Or that's how you convince yourself?" Sanskaar turned away because that's what he hoped for- Swara disliked him, "Both of us know the truth Sanskaar."

He closed his eyes. Swara would be angry, hurt but can never dislike him-- it only made him drown more in agony. Jay scooted beside him.

"One glance and she'll know it all." A trembling breath left from Sanskaar, "I cannot lie to her, Jay. Not any more."

He told her enough lies. Hid enough secrets. The thought of confessing everything was scary but the fact that it would bring her down along was even scarier.

"Out of all, you lent your hands for her to reach music again, Sanskaar. Every fall, every struggle and every win-- you supported her. Now that she's going for another step higher, won't you come to wish her luck?"

Jay wanted them to meet, they deserved to meet each other. If not as people in love, then as friends or even as well wishers. But Sanskaar's silence had a different view.

And it wasn't wrong. He chose to forsake her due to the vile incident; just to save her from the further heart break and she was forced to accept a choice she had not decided.

In the end, it was Swara and Sanskaar who suffered in the web of merciless fate. Both had to take the bruise, both had to bleed and were still broken apart.

"It is okay-- She has all of you. All of your wishes." Sanskaar swallowed the lump of tears, "Mine too-- so, it should be okay."

Jay's eyes turned misty, "How will you endure it, Sanskaar? She'll be away and will return after years."

"We share mutual friends. I can at least get a glimpse of her. Know how she's doing or what she achieved next. At least I'll have that right?" He smiled.

Jay felt more daunting by the way Sanskaar's voice still harboured hope, yet longing evident in his teary eyes as he smiled. He engulfed Sanskaar in a hug.

Those arms made Sanskaar realise how much he needed that. To hold him-- his failing body which craved for nothing but love. He closed his eyes.

His loud screams and aching heart could only take form into silent tears. It wouldn't go away. So much had gone wrong and he could hardly do anything.

Sanskaar buried his face in his arms. And cried, cried with all the meagre strength he contained. Jay gave soft pats hoping he could feel a little better.

"Sunny, can you come here?" Asha's call made Sanskaar part. It amused Jay the way he wiped all his tears in a stroke. How he took over the tea tray Asha brought for them.

"It took a long time, didn't I?" Asha asked the boys. She became quite slow in comparison to her past, "You hardly took time, Dadi." Jay convinced her.

"Your kitchen hours are over." Sanskaar announced as he placed the tray on the table and made her sit beside Jay.

He refused to look up eye to eye - Jay noticed despite his hearty conversation with Asha. Sanskaar served the tea for them and when he looked up, he gave the brightest smile. It only broke his heart because,

Would anyone know, how the brightest smiles hold the most stained heart inside?

~

Richards auditorium echoed the majestic rhythms of the piano. Seated in the audience podium, Ragini and Swara enjoyed the performance.

A sudden call from Swara in the morning and there they were, together. The music that once made them rivals now brought them in unison.

"Why did you back out?" Swara asked the long pestering question to Ragini. They had numbers to communicate but somehow she felt the need to ask in person.

"Because piano isn't my destination, Swara. I was fond of piano, I enjoyed playing but I realised my interests were laid on business." Ragini smiled,

"To think of it now, I was more fond of piano because I had you to challenge me. It was really worth the wait and fight." She looked at Swara who seemed to mirror the smile.

"I missed you that day. You should have informed me." Swara recollected the concern and how bothered she was because of her absence.

"It was your big day and your focus has to be on you. Not me." She said. It was followed by a big applause for the performance and they joined the rest.

"So business it is." Swara leaned into the chair. The recital just got over and people have started to move out, "Yes." She agreed.

"Being the only child, I have to inherit my father's business. So yeah." Ragini had no force from her parents but she naturally liked how it worked.

It all started from her childhood when father used to narrate incidents from the office to her mother. She always found business fascinating.

"I'm glad. You both would follow each other's steps." Swara passed a knowing smile as she stood up. They have to leave the auditorium.

Both? Ragini's eyebrows scrunched and it cleared once she realised. There was no way she got a hint on it,  "You know about it?"

"That you have a crush on Laksh? Yes. I hope you succeed at that." She giggled once she saw Ragini stand so shocked to even move.

"How?" All that she could ask, barely was a question, "I had someone in my past telling how ignorant I was. I've been observing since then." Swara held her hands.

"Laksh deserves someone who holds him dearly. I really hope it is you Ragini." Laksh was someone with a heart full of love. If anything, he deserved the entire world.

Every time she saw Laksh, it reminded her of the heartbreak she gave to him. Or maybe, she had her own heart broken because she broke Laksh's?

Maybe, it was her punishment.

They walked out. Swara led while Ragini followed, her mind filled with thoughts, "You make it so hard for me to hate you."

Laksh drowned in agony for months. She had been there, witnessing him suffer. And it all hurt. After all he was someone she held close to her heart.

Yet, Swara-- she still hoped he could have a better life. Laksh always said that he shall never hate Swara despite his broken heart and she understood why.

"Then hate me." Swara teased. She had every right to hate her. But she also knew, Ragini could not hate her; the grin on her face was evident.

"That's enough." Ragini failed to keep her smile intact. She extended her hand towards Swara.

They came a long way. From recital rivals to acquaintances and they were even more. They always acknowledged it but they never spoke about it.

"I'm curious to see what you are going to do." She said in delight and hope. It was her genuine wish for her.

Swara entwined her hand with hers in a firm hold, "I couldn't wait to see you grow either."  She passed a cheerful smile to Ragini.

Sometimes words are not necessary when their silence speak louder for them. A silence they could understand. It was their way of accepting,

A new beginning of their bond- Friends.

~

Summer's gold light filtered through the leaves and cast shadows upon his bedroom floor. Sanskaar had forgotten the last time he let these golden hues reach him nor his space.

But today, he did.

Swara in the picture had a gorgeous laughter frozen caused by one of his cheeky lines. Something he refrained himself away to see as well.

His thumb traced over the screen on her features; hoping to recollect that sweet laughter again, hoping for the hand that held his still provided him warmth.

Three hours from now; she'd be gone. Far enough where oceans and lands would also
add more distance to them. Sanskaar did tell Jay he would endure.

But could he? He barely doubted it now. Sanskaar managed to withhold only because they at least shared the same sky, same lanes, same seasons to experience.

Though circumstances did them part; he leaned on to a hope of meeting her to have a glimpse. If not today then another day. Now, there won't be another day either.

Sanskaar reached the window to look at the sky and leaned on the sill. The almost noon sun coloured him in its glorious shade with pride.

When all the chaos started, he looked for ways in desperation so that love would not see him.

How foolish he had been to not realise love that comes, stays and never leaves? They survive even through the tiniest light that a heart produces.

What he did was to build a wall. But how long can walls withstand strong waves of heart?  He loved her, she loved him too- a luxury he no longer found himself deserving though.

However, Sanskaar was done playing hide-and-seek with his own self. After a long time he wanted to do something for himself.

Would that make him selfish? Nevertheless, he didn't mind becoming one at the moment. Sanskaar's mind was set to complete a task.

A meet he always kept postponing. A meet that can't wait anymore. Sanskaar's gaze caught upon her earring on his table. A part of her which stood through every thick and thin of his life.

He placed it into his pockets with more caution. Sanskaar had no idea what cruel fate had been brewing for him. But at the moment, he had just one priority,

To meet Swara. 

~

Shekhar and Sharmistha gave their farewell to her. And did she notice the teary eyes they hid? Certainly she did. Reema's affection was packed in hand made food.

Aditya tripped her to the airport. To her surprise, all her friends awaited her arrival. Aditi, Jay, Arya and amusingly- Laksh too came.

Swara greeted all of them with a hug. Aditi and Arya, her two friends who she may not share her deepest secrets yet,  her best hype,

Jay- her darling bestie whose face she would love to break and still hold hands to create any sort of mischief, "Remember what I told you? No best friends."

"Aye aye captain!" Swara teased with a salute and gradually got pulled into Jay's arms, "Be safe okay? " He whispered. Ah! She would miss him so bad.

And there was Laksh. Bloodied eyes and  big smile for her, "All the best!" He made a throaty exclaim. Laksh loathed himself for looking like an emotional clown.

Blame it on his heart. Laksh couldn't slip the chance of seeing her-- it would be after years he'll see her again. So he did not mind hurting his heart a bit in exchange.

Of all their appearance, Laksh surprised her to a greater extent. Swara wondered what gave him the strength to look out for a person who hurt him, "Thank you."

They shook hands with no baggage for each other in their hearts. She realised; the ring had gone and he knew she noticed the disappearance too.

No regrets in her eyes and no anger on his face. It was just them with a history behind and all they shared now was an unburdened smile.

"When will you come?" Mia's curious question took everyone's attention. Swara took her in her arms, "Why?"

"Bring me choco. Lot of them!" She had her hands spread wide to describe the quantity, "You want me home soon so I could bring you chocolates?"

"Yes!" Mia gave a quick nod earning chuckles from all, "I'll book dental appointments prior hand when I come back. Doctors will pluck off our baby Mia's teeth."

Shefali's words made Mia's doe eyes rise in horror, "No mommy!" She cried as snuggled into Swara's neck. But her cries only made the rest laugh.

Aditya watched his dear sister laugh, carelessly in contrast to the frown she had last night. When Swara raised her eyebrows in question he simply nodded no.

Instead his arm wound around her. A loving gaze and touch of assurance made Swara feel assured. She was going to miss this too.

Swara met everyone. Almost everyone. For her eyes wandered behind Jay. No one was there but someone used to be there.

She had everyone, all of them bestowed their love enough to feel overwhelmed. Yet it was not enough. Her heart was not content.

Instead she found her heart ache and burned. Hoping to have one last glance. Waving one last goodbye. Swara gulped away her tears, tearing her gaze away from the empty place.

Why do our hearts always yearn for people who aren't beside?

~

Abruptly things turned in favour of Sanskaar. Like a miracle. He managed to lend a bike, have a neighbour to stay beside Asha and there was hardly any traffic.

Swara reached the airport but she had time- Jay provided the needed information. Sanskaar gripped the accelerator further to speed up.

The sky above started to darken, slow rumbles and growls rolled in. Cold wind gushed like slaps over his face. Despite all his focus remained stable.

Even in brief blinks, Swara's face came like flashes. Those bright sunlit hazels, full of love looking at him. That damned smile fluttering his heart--

The phone's vibration made a halt to his musing. He cannot stop now. Not when he had merely minutes to see her. He hoped for the time to run slow.

"A little more. Just wait for me a little more, Swara." Sanskaar knew how selfish it sounded. Hasn't she been waiting for months now?

He left her; she didn't. She trusted him enough to hand over her heart and all he did was to return it back with shattered pieces.

Swara was everything. A flood to his barren life, a colour to his flowerless garden, a breathe to his suffocating world. Yet he had to cut off from her.

The ripped part mostly gone to her and bits remained to him, mourned and craved for the lost piece. But would he ever get back to the lost?

Pull up Sunny! - He chided when his eyes glazed with moisture. You are almost there- his inner conscience guided him. Sanskaar could see the airport, a little distant.

Just a lane away. The constant vibration of the phone made him halt. He barely looked at the caller ID when he received the call. Eyes stuck to the airport in desperation. 

But that one phone call changed his entire demeanor,

"She got an attack again. She needs you now--"

Sanskaar heard nothing after that. Not even the first powerful strike of thunder above him. Not the horns of vehicles rushing to their destination to escape rain.

The airport was just there. Meters away. She still had time to board the flight. Everything was right there and he could still not go.

All he could ever do was to reach out to her hands that were near him but never close enough to hold hers. Sanskaar started the bike, not to move forward but to return back.

Miracles? How bold of him trust that it will save him, after all knowing this was his fatal flaw and it shall always be.

~

Another thunder struck and strong pitter patter of the rain drops overpowered the chatter of people. Swara remained seated in the waiting room.

Rain became a memory; a rather heartbreaking one. That night, the rain accompanied her cries all along the way back to the mansion.

Swara wondered what made the sky cry today. Was it for someone whose heart was broken? Or was it tears that she could not weep?

Asha's contact number on her phone display only made her sigh. Hesitation or rather the fear of spilling more about him and her stopped Swara.

Her heart-- it called for a name. A name presented in the back of her head, always. Yet, A name she refused to think about.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Shefali's question paused Swara's deep musings as she turned to her, confused.

"You keep looking out." She said and Swara looked away, gently biting the corner of her lips. Refusing her aunt nor refusing her own heart.

The answer was right there, infront of her eyes. But she intentionally played oblivious to see. Even though her aunt got the right point.

"All of your friends came." Shefali recollected her memory and it struck only then, "Sanskaar didn't come?" She glanced out, the lashes of rain hadn't decreased.

Her thumb paused meters away from the exit button. Sanskaar in the contact' profile smiled along with his grandmother. It used to bring her joy.

"Is he coming?" Shefali turned to her, "He might not make it given the heavy rain." She passed a concerned look towards Swara.

Swara's fingers gingerly brushed the happy picture over the screen. Despite the cracks in them, she could have still welcomed his presence for her.

But he didn't come.

The final announcement to step in broke their musings, "He must be busy." Swara said a low voice which Shefali barely heard.

Sanskaar's delay was nothing. The amount of pressure he balanced always made her cut slack. However, today-- she could only feel a pang of ache.

Had they become that sour to not share goodbyes? Swara tried to blink away the burning tears.

"Let's go." Shefali stood up to join the boarding point while Swara followed. Their luggage was already collected and the time had come, indeed.

She glanced outside for one last time. They did not have a chance to meet each other nor did they share goodbyes.

But Swara hoped Sanskaar remembered their story, their love though incomplete but it was theirs.

Only theirs.

A nurse had barely walked off with his shaky signatures. The consent form; probably the last one considering Asha's failing health and doctors prediction.

Sanskaar collapsed on the ground. Hadn't he known- he mused - he always knew, despite all the shines and blessings -- happiness was never his to embrace?

Earlier Asha said, it tired her; these medical intakes and wires stuck to her. Today, Sanskaar would not ask her to stay. If it exhausts her then--

A sob wrecked his trembling figure. Why? Can't he live a life and not merely survive? Should God be so brutal to snatch every person he etched as his happiness?

He looked outside with teary eyes. The sky still cried, less but very much prevailing. Amongst all Sanskaar was content only about one thing- Swara.

He was so very glad Swara did not fall. She'd be broken, yes but she would still fly. Higher and higher to the heights she deserved.

Not being chained to a ruin as him. Good thing. And about him-- Sanskaar took the ear piece and fisted his palm. All that remained were memories for him.

Nothing rested in their hands- The doctors said. Sanskaar had nothing too but his run for a way out shall not cease. He would still look out with a cent percent of hope.

That hope would guide him. However, deep down Sanskaar knew it was a lost case- a truth right before him and he can never accept it.

Tears that stayed at bay, at last fell over his already drenched self. The people who cared for him- Sanskaar buried a few or lost many. Nobody would know.

This was the beginning of his end.

A/N: So we are bouncing back to normal updates. Normal (heartbreaking) updates i suppose. I hope I still have an audience to entertain ✨

Love,
Diya♥️