In the bustling city of Pune, where the mornings were marked by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of rickshaws weaving through traffic, Shraddha found solace in her quaint little bookstore. It was her sanctuary, a place where stories came alive and dreams found a voice.One rainy afternoon, as droplets danced on the windowpanes, Kartik entered the shop, shaking off the rain from his umbrella. He was a writer searching for inspiration, a man with an old soul and an adventurous spirit. Their eyes met briefly, and in that moment, something unspoken sparked between them.Days turned into