When Two Worlds Collides : ch.2.Somewhere in December
When two Worlds Collides Peak winter had arrived. The mornings at St. Xavier’s were covered in fog thick enough to blur the pathways, and the air carried that quiet chill that made even the smallest warmth feel special. Students walked around in sweaters and scarves, clutching cups of tea between classes. The campus felt slower, softer—like it was holding its breath. Aarohi was still the same—calm, graceful, quietly focused—and somehow, in Kabir’s eyes, even more beautiful than before. Time hadn’t changed his admiration; it had only made it gentler, more peaceful. The Literature Department announced its annual Western Drama Skit Competition , and both Aarohi and Kabir si...