With Aman, things felt… different.
Not heavy.
Not careful.
Just easy in a way Maya didn’t expect anymore.
They didn’t immediately talk about everything that had happened in the years apart.
Instead, they talked like time had only stretched, not erased.
Classes. Professors. Campus life. Small jokes that came naturally.
But every now and then, there would be pauses.
Moments where Aman would look at her like he was remembering something unspoken.
And Maya would look away first.
Because ease was unfamiliar.
And unfamiliar things made her cautious.
But still—
For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she had to explain herself to exist in someone’s presence.
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