The phone rang, a shrill, insistent chirp that had become Tridha's personal nemesis. It was the tenth time in as many hours, and she knew, with a weary certainty, that the caller was none other than Abhimanyu. Her breath hitched, a mixture of exasperation and a strange, undeniable warmth swirling within her. They'd decided to give their relationship a real shot, a chance at building something lasting, something beautiful. But Abhimanyu, in his own charmingly infuriating way, seemed determined to test the limits of her patience.