One evening they walked beside a quiet riverbank.
The air was calm, and the fading sunlight painted the sky in shades of gold.
For a moment, both of them felt the same thing.
A desire to step closer.
To hold the feeling that had grown between them.
But Diya stopped.
She spoke softly.
"Some feelings remain beautiful because of distance."
Rohit nodded.
He understood.
Love was not always about possession.