It was 6 a.m., and the park still held the freshness of dawn. Dew clung to the grass, glistening faintly under the pale golden sunlight breaking through the trees. The air carried a light chill, mixing with the earthy scent of wet soil. A soft rustle of leaves hinted at the waking birds, their songs threading through the quiet like tiny, golden notes.

Priyanshi and Naina stood at the edge of the jogging track, their breath forming faint clouds in the crisp morning air. Naina pointed ahead, the early sun catching in her ponytail, and then glanced at Priyanshi, who was dressed in a lavender tracksuit, her hair pulled back in a neat braid.