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...
(After the ceremony concluded, Abhimanyu stepped forward, taking the microphone in hand once again.
A mischievous yet excited smile played on his lips as he looked over the gathered crowd.)
Abhimanyu: (smirking) Ladies and gentlemen, before we wrap up this incredible evening, I have a very special announcement to make...
(A murmur rippled through the audience, curiosity piqued.
Abhimanyu took a measured pause, letting anticipation build.)
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Abhimanyu: Today, among us, we have a legend. A name that once dominated the racing circuits, a force to be reckoned with... and, to be honest, when her face popped up on the viewing screen during the race, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. (chuckles) At first, I told myself, "No, it can't be her," but after confirming with reliable sources, I realized, I was absolutely right!
(Gasps of intrigue spread through the audience. People exchanged glances, some leaning forward in their seats.)
Abhimanyu: Now, the younger generation may not have had the privilege of watching her in action, but for us... (pauses dramatically, scanning the crowd) She was THE Racing Queen! The undisputed champion who ruled the tracks and left her competitors eating dust! So, ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the three-time national champion...
(He raised his arm with flair, his voice ringing through the arena.)
Abhimanyu: RAFTAAR!!!
(The crowd erupted into a deafening roar of applause and cheers.
Some older spectators gasped in recognition, while others turned to each other, whispering in excitement.
The younger ones, unfamiliar with the name, looked around, intrigued by the reaction.)
.. .. ..
(In the midst of it all, Kiara's ears perked up. Her breath hitched as Abhimanyu's words echoed in her mind.
Her head instinctively snapped toward the audience, her gaze darting between faces, searching... until her eyes landed on Naina.
Kiara's lips parted slightly, her heart hammering in her chest.
A warmth spread through her, a pride so overwhelming that she felt her eyes burn.
With glistening eyes, Kiara smiled. Not just any smile-but a proud, admiring, almost reverent one. Her mother wasn't just hers. She belonged to the racetrack, to history. And Kiara had never been prouder.)
