By Next Valentine

Every day at 1 PM, Raghav walks into Akanksha's cabin with his lunchbox.

No one questions it anymore. Not their friends. Not their colleagues. Not even them.

Because somewhere along the way, it stopped being just lunch. It became routine. Then comfort. Then something they never named.

A quiet kind of closeness built on shared silences, small observations, and moments that didn't ask for attention... but stayed anyway.

Until one day, Akanksha says it like a joke..."Before next Valentine's, you s...