Chapter 9
The day earlier had been an experience Aksh wasn’t quite sure how to process. Rishikesh had taken both him and Bhavya shopping for their college supplies, an outing that had started off as a mere necessity but had quickly turned into something far more significant. Bhavya had been hesitant at first, uncertain and awkward in the luxurious store, but one silent nod from Aksh had been all the reassurance she needed. Within minutes, she had begun to enjoy herself, her initial restraint fading as she picked out books, stationery, and even a few clothes. Aksh had watched silently, his eyes carefully observing her—how she hesitated before selecting anything too expensive, how her eyes sparkled at the sight of things she had never dared to want before.
For the Flame to Burn, It Needs a Spark These words—these poems, musings, echoes of soul—they are pieces of me, offered to the void. If they’ve ever stirred something in you, made silence feel understood or chaos feel poetic… Then let your support be the wind beneath this fire. A small gesture. A mighty impact. Because art survives on love—and the occasional coffee. ☕✨
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