Goa welcomed them with a warm breeze and the scent of salt in the air.
As their car pulled up to the luxurious beachfront resort, Arushi leaned against Arush's shoulder, sunglasses perched on her nose, her soft dupatta fluttering in the sea-kissed wind. Arush, in a crisp white linen shirt and beige trousers, slipped an arm around her waist as they stepped out. Her ivory chikankari kurta flowed around her ankles, paired with gold jhumkis that still jingled faintly from the morning's teasing ride to the airport.
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