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AAVYA RAJAWAT

“So this strawberry plant,” I raised a brow at his words, licking the chocolate off my finger. “How exactly did you decide it was a he? Since when do you assign genders to plants?” Vihaan didn’t even glance at me—just kept rinsing the cherry tomatoes like he hadn’t just questioned the entire plant-parenting philosophy.

"This is a complex trick," I lie—because the truth is, I named my plant Dhruv just because I liked the name. No logic, no deep symbolism. But who's going to tell him that?

"Ah, a complex trick, huh?" Vihaan raised a brow, clearly not buying it. "And the name Dhruv was just... perfect? May I, like, know the backstory behind your so-called genius decision?" He leaned in slightly, teasing but curious.