Vihaan’s POV

Mishti. My hope. When my own family said I was nothing without them, she trusted me. only i call her Mishti. once i found a photo of her, a childhood pic in which her name is written Mishti so i called her. then her nani said not to call her by this name but she agreed. maybe her parents called her by this name. She was only sixteen when I met her, the first girl to ever call me Bhai. That single word carved a bond into my soul. She was sharp, far too intelligent for her age, and she always found ways to help me.