Every family has one festival that feels less like a celebration and more like a homecoming. For Nikhil and Nikhita, it was Deepavali. Not because of the fireworks. Not because of the sweets. But because, for a few precious days, the world slowed down enough for everyone to remember what truly mattered. The week before Deepavali, the college buzzed with excitement. Students discussed vacation plans. Some rushed to finish assignments. Others planned outings with friends. Nikhita was carefully arranging tiny clay diyas for the college decoration when she heard footsteps behind her. "You've lit only one side," Nikhil said. She looked up. "I'm saving the other side." "For whom?" She smiled. "For someone who notices these things." Without another word, he picked up a diya and placed it beside hers. Soon they were decorating the entire entrance together. One lamp. Then another. And another. A professor walking past smiled. "You two work we...