"Rachit's point of view,"

　　The snow-covered mountains have always brought me joy every time I visit Shimla, but this is the first time that it is bringing me sadness instead.

　　I had entirely forgotten that Riya was sleeping on my shoulder on the bus and that our intimacy was merely for my fantasy.

　　Riya belongs to someone else. As soon as I woke up in the morning, she cleared up my confusion.

　　She didn't resist even while I was holding her hand in the morning. She didn't protest our proximity, even after I stopped her from falling off the bus.

　　Everything was going well until Riya's phone rang with Harsh's...