The tension in the café hung thick in the air as Tara stepped outside, her heart racing. The weight of Raghav’s jealousy and Anya’s sudden appearance gnawed at her, intertwining with her own insecurities. She leaned against the cool brick wall, taking deep breaths, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

Just as she was beginning to regain her composure, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Anya: "We need to talk. Meet me at the park by the fountain." Tara bit her lip, her mind flooded with doubts. What could Anya possibly want? She hesitated, caught between the urge to confront the girl and the fear of what she might learn.