The Maldives sun dipped low, painting the ocean in hues of gold and crimson. Kiara stretched on the deck of their private villa, the salty breeze teasing her hair. Aarav emerged from the water, droplets glistening on his skin, his smile boyish and rare.
"You look like a movie scene," she teased, handing him a towel.
"And you look like the reason I'd never watch another movie," he shot back, his voice warm with mischief.
She laughed, swatting his arm. "Careful, Mr. Mehta. You're getting good at this flirting thing."
He grinned, pulling her close until her laughter melted into a soft sigh. "I've had the best teacher," he murmured, his lips brushing her temple.
Later, they lay on the hammock under a canopy of stars, the ocean whispering secrets to the shore. Kiara rested her head on Aarav's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Do you ever wonder," she asked softly, "how we'll make this work? Your world, my world…"
Aarav tightened his arm around her. "I don't wonder. I plan."
She tilted her head, smiling. "Plan?"
He nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "I'll set up a research hub in India. Travel when needed. And you… you'll keep conquering screens. We'll meet in the middle."
Her throat tightened. "And if the middle feels too far?"
He turned to her, his eyes dark and certain. "Then I'll move the stars closer."
Her breath caught as his lips found hers—slow, tender, full of promises that felt like eternity. When they broke apart, Kiara whispered, "You make it sound so easy."
Aarav smiled faintly. "Love isn't easy. But it's worth every calculation."
And as the waves kissed the shore, they dreamed of a life where ambition and love didn't collide—they danced together, like constellations in the same sky.