Mila's POV
The sound of the knocking grew louder, pulling me from my thoughts. I took a deep breath and opened the door, half-expecting to see Raj standing there with that infuriatingly smug look he always wore when he was about to lecture me.
But instead, I found my mom standing there, a warm smile on her face.
“Mom?” I blinked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Do I need a reason to visit my daughter’s room?” she teased lightly. “I thought it’s been a while since we had a proper chat, just the two of us.”
I stepped aside, letting her in. “Of course not. Come in.”
She walked in and sat on the edge of my bed, her hands smoothing the fabric of her dress. I closed the door and joined her, curious about the sudden visit.
“You’ve been so busy lately,” she said, her tone affectionate. “And I’ve been caught up in a million things myself. I thought it’d be nice to just talk for a while.”
A small smile tugged at my lips. My mom always had this calming presence that made everything feel
