The sun was dipping low, painting the cricket nets in a dusty gold. Rivaan and Kabir were sitting on the grass at the edge of the boundary, their backs against the cool brick wall of the sports shed.
Rivaan was leaning back, his long legs stretched out, his fingers absent-mindedly plucking at a blade of grass. He was calm but his eyes were far away, glowing with a soft, goofy warmth that usually only appeared when he was solving a particularly beautiful physics derivation.
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