They were standing in front of a time-honoured small bookstore. It had some really old and second-hand books, or so it seemed. It carried all the vintage vibes with the smell of old books and minimal light falling on it through the alley. They had the ‘Nag-Champa’ essence flowing through the air, reminding Aashna of her childhood. "I love it." She gasped, still eyeing the ethereal beauty.

Meanwhile, all Abeer could see was the starry shine descending from her eyes. "Glad you liked it. Let's go inside."