"I need a specific file," Arjun told the clerk, his voice barely a whisper. "The official video for Ammy Virk’s Main Chand Sitare . 720p, mp4. It has to be that one."

"I’m going where the stars are closer," she had said, a week before her flight to the UK. "But whenever you hear this, know I’m looking at the same moon."

As the progress bar crawled across the screen— Mainu Ishq Gaya Akhiyan Naal... 45%... 80% —Arjun closed his eyes. The song wasn't just a melody; it was the soundtrack to a rain-drenched night in Chandigarh. It was the way Simran had looked at him through the car window, her eyes reflecting the city lights just like the lyrics described.