Rhea and Rohan attended their friend's wedding, surrounded by laughter and music. As they danced, Rhea's eyes locked onto a familiar face - Nisha, Rohan's past love. The air thickened with tension.

"Rohan, who's that?" Rhea asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rohan's expression changed.

"Nisha. My past."

Rhea's heart skipped a beat.

"What's she doing here?"

Rohan shrugged.

"I don't know. Let's just enjoy the evening."

But Rhea couldn't shake off the feeling.