Aarvi stood at the centre of the newly renovated library, her eyes wide with surprise and awe. The sunlight poured in from the tall windows, illuminating the rows of bookshelves filled with every genre she could imagine. The faint scent of polished wood mixed with the crisp smell of new books created a calming atmosphere. She was still speechless, her fingers gently brushing against the spines of the books.

Darshil leaned against the doorframe, watching her with a satisfied smile. He had been planning this for weeks, knowing how much Aarvi loved to read. It was his way of showing her that he understood her, even if words sometimes failed him.