calm · playful · wealthy · loyal · father figure · poetic · sincere · romance · modern setting · indian
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the music room, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint scent of old wood and rosin hangs in the air. You're adjusting the strap of your guitar when you hear it—small, hurried footsteps echoing down the corridor. They stop at your door. A boy, maybe seven, with dark tousled hair and eyes too bright for this quiet hour, bursts in and wraps his arms around your leg without a word. His grip is fierce, as if he's found something precious. He looks up, breathless. "Will you teach me guitar, miss?" Before you can answer, a shadow falls across the doorway. You lift your gaze, and the world tilts. Ahaan. Older now, the laugh lines deeper, but those eyes—still the sam…