Author's POV:

"Let's go to the room inside and speak," Shivanish said, and Vaani hummed in response. He reached out, held her hand, and gently led her into the room, opening the door with a soft creak. It was a small, cozy space—modestly lit, the faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air. They each took a seat on the opposite sides of a single chair with a teapoy in front. In a silent tug-of-war, both of them placed their legs on the teapoy and refused to back off. Instead of arguing, Shivanish casually intertwined their legs. Vaani shot him a sharp glare, but he merely shrugged, unbothered. Rolling her eyes, she let it slide.