Priya watched as Priyank brought the ice cream closer to her lips, the melted cream dripping from his hand, staining both their clothes.

“Thanks. I can eat myself,” Priya said, reaching for the ice cream.

“Your hand will get dirty, Angel. Just eat, or else I am going to eat it,” Priyank teased, daring her to touch his hand.

“Okay, as you wish,” Priya agreed, not wanting to forfeit the ice cream. She took her lips to the treat, savouring the cold sweetness as she licked and took small bites.

Priyank observed her actions, her hair falling freely over her face. With a gentle touch, he brushed her hair back,...