Pragmatic : Epilogue
“Okay, listen—this is important.” Lavanya didn’t even look up from her phone. “Every time you say that, NK, something ridiculous follows.” NK placed a hand dramatically over his heart. “Lavanya Kashyap, you wound me. I am a man of depth. Of vision.” She sighed, finally looking at him. “Last time your ‘vision’ involved matching outfits and a dance reel at 2 a.m.” He grinned. “And it was iconic.” They were in the living room of Shantivan, lights dim, music playing softly in the background—something upbeat, something very them . Chaotic, Effortless and Alive. “Come on,” NK said, extending his hand toward her. “Just one dance.” Lavanya raised an eyebrow. “There’s no occasion.” “Exactly,” he replied instantly. “Best kind.” She stared at him for a second. At the boyish excitement. At the sincerity hidden under all that dramatics. And then— She placed her hand in his. “Fine,” she said. “But if you spin me and I fall—” “I will catch you,” he interrupted. “Confident much?”...