Final Part
Vikram and Naina are rewriting their story. After the dust of their divorce settled, something remarkable happened. They found their way back to each other, not as ex-spouses, but as two souls rediscovering the love that never truly left...
(The bustling market buzzed with life— vendors shouting to attract customers, children running around with balloons, and the smoky aroma of grilled kebabs filling the air.
Amidst this lively chaos, Kiaan and Mihika found themselves at a quaint little roadside eatery.
They stood by a small counter, sharing a plate of juicy kebabs and soft roomali rotis. Kiaan tore a piece of roti and handed it to Mihika.)
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Mihika: (chewing) Oh my God, Kiaan, these kebabs are seriously the best!!! The taste is so heavenly!!! Seriously, tumne pehle kyun nahi bataya, iss jagah ke baare mein?
Kiaan: (grinning) Main kya karoon? Aise gems toh sirf special logon ke saath share karte hain.
(Mihika rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. She reached out to pick up a kebab skewer but paused when she noticed Kiaan's expression.)
Mihika: (playfully) Kya hua? Tumhaare mooh mein paani kyun aa raha hai? Khud kha lo na!
(Kiaan laughed and grabbed a skewer for himself. As he bit into the kebab, a dollop of sauce accidentally smeared on the corner of his lips.)
Mihika: Kiaan!!! Theek se nahi khaa sakte ho kya???
(Kiaan looked at her sheepishly, trying to swipe at the sauce with his hand, but Mihika stopped him.)
Mihika: (rolling her eyes) Ruko! Tum aur zyaada messy kar rahe ho!!
(She leaned closer, pulling a tissue from the counter. Instead of handing it to him, she gently wiped the sauce off his face, her touch lingering just a little longer than necessary.
Her fingers brushed against his cheek, and their eyes met.
For a brief moment, the bustling sounds of the market seemed to fade away.
There was only the slight cool breeze and the warmth of the moment between them. Mihika's cheeks turned pink as she realized how close they were.)
Kiaan: (breaking the silence with a teasing grin) Thanks, but agar main dhang se khaata... toh tumhe yeh karne ka mauka nahi milta!
Mihika: (pretending to glare) Oh please, tumhaare messy eating ka credit toh mat lo. Yeh tumhaare liye nahi, public ke liye kiya hai. Tumhaare chehre pe kebab ki painting dekh ke log chaunk jaate!!
(They both burst out laughing, the awkwardness of the moment replaced by their usual banter.
Kiaan looked up and noticed Mihika struggling with a stray strand of hair that kept falling onto her face.
It was getting in her way as she tried to take another bite.)
Kiaan: (softly) Ek minute.
(Mihika froze as Kiaan reached out and gently tucked the strand behind her ear.
