Amelia stood amidst the flickering lanterns, her heart racing not only from the joy of her brothers' unexpected return but also from the weight of the secret she had carried for so long. With Ayaan's arm around her shoulders and Arhaan’s hand resting on her back, she felt a warmth envelop her, but the urgency of her feelings tugged at her insides.
“Let’s sit by the garden swing,” Ayaan suggested, his voice soft and inviting. He led her toward the beautifully carved swing that hung from a sturdy tree branch, swaying gently in the night breeze. Arhaan settled down beside her, his stoic demeanor softened by the glow of the lanterns.
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