"Still awake?" Shreya’s voice came through, soft and slightly raspy from sleep—or the lack of it.
His phone vibrated in the cup holder. The name on the screen made his heart skip. "Still awake
The neon glow of the dashboard clock ticked past 2:00 AM, casting a soft blue light over Kabir’s face. Outside, the highway stretched into a blur of black asphalt and yellow lines, but inside the car, the world felt small and intimate. "Still awake?" Shreya’s voice came through
"The AP Dhillon one?" she laughed gently. "The one where they talk about staying on the phone saari raat ?" but inside the car
"Exactly. It’s 2022, Shreya. Who actually stays on a call all night anymore?" "We do," she whispered.
