Chapter 4: When the Glass Shattered
They walked to an abandoned gazebo in the park. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth.
Aryan was shivering, his intensity bubbling just under his skin.
"I'm afraid that if I touch you, I'll never be able to stop," Aryan admitted.
Meera stepped into his personal space.
"Then don't stop. I'm tired of being a ghost, Aryan. I want to be a person. Even if it hurts."
She took his hand and pressed it against her cheek.
Their first kiss was desperate, salty with rain, and fueled by years of suppressed loneliness. It was the moment the glass didn't just crack—it shattered.