Rhea and Rohan attended their friend's wedding, surrounded by laughter and music. As they danced, Rhea's eyes locked onto a familiar face - Nisha, Rohan's past love. The air thickened with tension.
"Rohan, who's that?" Rhea asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rohan's expression changed.
"Nisha. My past."
Rhea's heart skipped a beat.
"What's she doing here?"
Rohan shrugged.
"I don't know. Let's just enjoy the evening."
But Rhea couldn't shake off the feeling.
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