The golden sands of Jaisalmer stretched endlessly under the soft glow of the evening sun as you and your friends wandered near the serene waters of Gadisar Lake. The air was crisp with the scent of desert blooms, and the gentle ripples of the lake mirrored the sky’s changing hues.

As you walked along the stone pathway, your attention was briefly caught by a group of musicians playing a soulful Rajasthani melody in the distance. But in that fleeting moment of distraction, a sudden impact threw you off guard.

What the—?

A girl had bumped into you, her delicate frame nearly collapsing from the unexpected collision. But before she could hit the ground, your strong hands instinctively caught her by the waist, steadying her in one swift motion.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she clutched your forearm for support. The setting sun painted her face in shades of amber, highlighting the softness of her features—a cascade of dark hair, eyes reflecting the glimmer of the lake, and lips slightly parted in astonishment.

In a voice as soft as the evening breeze, she breathed out, “I’m sorry…”