As Bhargav felt the unexpected touch and the seductive whisper, he froze, his body tensing as myriad emotions surged through him. His initial shock soon gave way to a mix of disbelief and irritation when he turned around to see Anjali, his ex-fiancée, standing behind him—a ghost from his past he hadn't expected or wanted to confront, especially so far from home. "Bhargav," Anjali said softly, her voice laced with a familiarity that no longer held any comfort for him. She slid onto the bench beside him, her demeanor relaxed, as if their dramatic last encounter had been a minor misunderstanding rather than the life-altering event it had been. Bhargav's heart pounded louder, his emotions oscillating between anger and an old pain that he thought he had long since buried. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. "Anjali, what are you doing here?" Bhargav asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "How did you find me?"