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...
(Vikram climbed the stairs slowly, his mind preoccupied with the day's events. It had been a long day at work, and he was looking forward to unwinding in his room.
As he approached the corridor, a faint sound reached his ears—a muffled sob, soft but unmistakable. He stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing in concern.) .
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Kiaan's room:
(The sound was coming from Kiaan's room. The door was slightly ajar, and as Vikram peeked inside, his heart clenched.
Kiaan was sitting on the floor in a corner of the room, his knees pulled to his chest, his face buried in his hands.
His shoulders shook with quiet sobs, the sight more painful for Vikram than he could have anticipated.)
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Vikram: (speaks softly) Kiaan??
(He stepped into the room. The concern in his voice was palpable. He moved quickly to his son's side, lowering himself to the floor.)
Vikram: Beta, kya hua? Tum kyun ro rahe ho?
(Kiaan didn't respond immediately, his breaths uneven. Vikram placed a firm yet gentle hand on his back, rubbing it in small comforting circles.)
Vikram: Kuch toh bolo, beta!!! Tumhaari, kissi se ladaai ho gayi hai kya??? Mihika se koi baat hui kya?
(Kiaan lifted his head slightly, his face streaked with tears. He shook his head vigorously, his voice breaking as he spoke.)
Kiaan: nahi papa... koi ladaai nahi hui... Mihika and I are also fine!!!!
Vikram: (relieved but still deeply concerned) Toh phir kya baat hai?? Mujhe batao, beta. main agar koi help kar sakta hoon... toh zaroor karunga!!!!
(The sincerity in Vikram's voice finally made Kiaan look up. He hesitated for a moment, his lips trembling, before the floodgates opened, and the words spilled out.)
Kiaan: (sobbing) Papa, sab kuch bahut zyada ho raha hai...
(And just like that, Vikram knew this was something far beyond a typical teenage squabble.
He steadied himself, preparing to her whatever was that his son was facing.)
Kiaan: Papa, sab kuch bahut overwhelming lag raha hai. Coaching ka workload itna zyada hai, aur school ka bhi homework rehta hai. Phir har weekend coaching center mein exams ka pressure hota hai.... (He pauses, his voice breaks) Iss baar sirf school ke final exams ka stress nahi hai, NEET entrance ka bhi pressure hai.... and on top of that, (he sobs) now that I am the head boy, school ki thodi bahut responsibilities mujh par aagayi hain.... abhi we have the inter- house debate competition. Woh sab bhi dekhna hai!!!! Main kaise sab manage karun?
