“Still avoiding the rain?” Vishnu teased, remembering how Arjun used to dash between buildings to stay dry.
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Weeks passed. They met often—at the museum, the beach at Shankumugham, a tiny thattukada serving beef fry and parotta. Arjun learned to let his guard down. Vishnu never pushed; he just was —a quiet proof that being Mallu and being gay weren’t contradictions. “Still avoiding the rain