He nodded, but his jaw was tight. He was thinking about the video — the one his friend shared in the group yesterday. A grainy clip of a couple in a parked car. The girl’s face was visible. The boy had forwarded it “for fun.” Now half the college had seen it. The girl had stopped coming to class.

“Remember our first drive?” she asked softly.

Meera noticed. “You okay?” she asked, locking her phone.

She reached for the door handle. “Then we’re done.”

They had been dating for eight months. Simple moments — chai at tapris, long drives, her head on his shoulder. But lately, Arjun had been distant. Not cold, just… distracted.

Meera’s smile faded. “Would you?”

He nodded. They had taken photos that day. Silly ones. She had even let him record her singing off-key to a old Hindi song. That video was still on his phone. Private. Safe.

Arjun looked at Meera — her open smile, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the complete trust in her eyes.