The doorbell chimed—three short pulses. Only one person rang like that.
Nayan turned to look at him. In the dim light, she saw the way he looked at her—not as a star to be admired, but as a person to be understood. He reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His touch lingered on her cheek for a second longer than necessary. The doorbell chimed—three short pulses