Kabir closed his laptop. He thought of his own Naina—a girl named Priya he’d ghosted two years ago when he got the promotion. He had chosen the “destination.” He had forgotten the journey.
Kabir’s dry heart felt a drop of rain.
He found Priya at a bookshop in Berkeley, just like the one in the movie. She was reading a medical journal.
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