I watch her through the lens, frozen in golden light. Anita laughs during the shoot, tossing her hair, and for a moment, the world stops. I’ve captured hundreds of her smiles, but this one—I know it’s for me.\n\nWe’ve shared chai after shoots, talked about dreams, about stars. She said I’m the only one who sees her. How can she marry Vikram? It’s a mistake. A test.\n\nYesterday, I bought two tickets to Kashmir. Our honeymoon. She’ll understand when she sees them. She has to.\n\nBut today, she avoids my gaze. Pulls her shawl tighter when I step close. I hand her the envelope. Her face falls.\n\n'Ajay… we need to talk,' she whispers.\n\nMy heart pounds. This is it—the moment she finally admits what we both feel.