The school playground was filled with the usual hum of energy, children running around, the sound of basketballs bouncing, and the occasional shout of joy. Amidst the chaos, Ruhan and Tara sat side by side on the swings, their usual rivalry forgotten for the moment, replaced by a rare sense of quiet. Tara had her water bottle in hand, sipping casually, while Ruhan was, as always, bouncing a small pebble in the air, lost in his thoughts.

After a while, Ruhan broke the silence. His tone was casual, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Hey, Tara," he said, glancing sideways at her, "Do you think we'll get married in the future?"