Nidhi's eyes were shining under the light of the fireworks.
When seen closely, she looked incredibly beautiful.
Shubham just wanted to keep looking at her.
But soon, the fireworks ended.
Under the soft lights of the place, Nidhi's beauty seemed to shine even more.
"Did you arrange all this?"
Nidhi looked up at the clear sky and asked Shubham.
Shubham was not sure whether Nidhi liked the surprise or not, so instead of answering, he asked carefully,
"Do you still prefer doctors… or people who did not study medicine?"
Nidhi was surprised by this question, so she deliberately replied,
"Doctors are better. They are practical and useful."
Does this mean I am not practical and only do useless things?
Shubham thought silently.
After a while, the ceiling slowly closed, and the lights returned to normal.
Just then, the violinist sitting on the side lowered her head and started to leave.
But suddenly, her eyes fell on Nidhi, and she froze.
"Is that Nidhi? My teacher?"
