The sky had shifted into soft pastels by the time the three stepped out of Dhwani’s house, all dressed up and movie-ready.
Dhwani was adjusting the hem of her flowy, knee-length skirt, pairing it with a casual crop top. Diya had opted for a fitted top and a soft flared skirt, her hair falling in loose waves. Arav, in his usual casual confidence, had thrown on a simple black tee with jeans — one hand on the steering wheel as he drove.
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