Soumya was staying at Rushid's place for the weekend before her departure to Delhi on Monday. She was about to begin her internship at AIIMS—something that felt like a dream, much like the rest of her life lately. But the only thing that made her heart ache was Rushid. The thought of being away from him for an entire year weighed heavily on her.

"Why so gloomy, jaan?" Rushid asked as he walked in with the bowl of popcorn he had gone to pop in the microwave. The buttery aroma hit her nose even before he stepped into the room. They were about to watch Sanam Teri Kasam—her choice—not his. And still, he had graciously offered to make popcorn before the movie started. He was always thoughtful like that. Considerate in the little ways that didn't scream effort but showed how deeply he cared.