A U T H O R

The sky above Lapland was a canvas of ethereal wonder—deep indigo brushed with streaks of emerald and violet as the Northern Lights shimmered like whispered magic. The snow-blanketed landscape stretched endlessly, untouched and glistening under the celestial glow. Tall pine trees stood like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with frost.

The air was crisp and alive, carrying the scent of pine and the faint crackle of fire from distant cabins. In that frozen wonderland, time seemed to pause, holding its breath as Isha and Ranvijay stood hand in hand—two hearts wrapped in warmth against the icy silence of a dreamscape.

A soft blanket of snow covered everything around them, shining under the pale winter sun. The cold air made Isha's cheeks glow as Ranvijay gently wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck. She let out a small laugh, brushing his hands away with a playful look.

“I can tie my own scarf,” she said with a teasing smile. Ranvijay leaned closer, a grin spreading on his face. “Not when I do it better. You’d leave it hanging like one of your fashion tricks and end up freezing.”

“Fashion comes before frostbite,” she replied, lifting her chin proudly. He laughed, shaking his head, then bent down, scooped up a bit of snow, and tossed a snowball—right at her face. It burst softly on her cheek, snowflakes scattering in her hair. She froze, standing still as the cold shock hit her, lips slightly parted, eyes wide as she processed what had just happened.