The morning sun peered shyly through the clouds, casting a soft glow upon the world. A cold breeze whispered across the atmosphere, but inside, warmth enveloped the room. Palak lay nestled in her blanket, her body curled around the soft toy that had been a gift from none other than her dream boy, Pranjal Mishra.

Her peaceful face, glowing with a gentle smile, reflected the contentment of a heart at ease. A faint blush colored her cheeks as her arms tightened around the stuffed toy, the dreams that had once been unknown and faceless now had a name and a face-the very one that made her heart race PRANJAL MISHRA. In the quiet morning, with the cool air wrapping around her, Palak's world was full of warmth, softness, and the promise of something more. As the alarm buzzed relentlessly for the fifth time, its shrill sound cutting through the peaceful silence of the room. Palak, still wrapped in the warmth of her dream, reached out to silence it once more. But before her hand could find the snooze button, Kriti stormed in, snatching the alarm from her grasp and turning it off.