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: (frown deepens as he stood up) Aryan? News? Kuch serious lagta hai!!!
(Without wasting a second, he grabbed his phone from the coffee table, unlocking it with swift movements.)
Vikram: You go change and pack whatever you can. I'll pack the bags aur... check bhi kar leta hoon, ki kya chal raha hai.
(Vikram took his phone out to check what was going on, while Naina moved swiftly, her focus sharp as she grabbed her small carry-on bag and without hesitation, she began gathering her belongings.) .
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In the bathroom,
(She scooped up her essentials-her toothbrush, moisturizer, and hairbrush-along with Vikram's shaving kit and cologne.
She packed them into the carry-on, not bothering with neatness, her urgency driving her.)
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Back in the room,
(Vikram scrolled through the news on his phone, his expression darkening as he found what he was looking for. His jaw clenched.)
Vikram: (muttering under his breath) Shit!!!!
(His grip tightened around the phone, as he glanced towards the bathroom, knowing whatever was happening… it wasn’t good.) .
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(Every second mattered. He strode towards the closet, pulling open the doors with controlled urgency.
His hands moved swiftly, folding their clothes with a practiced efficiency. Naina’s dress, his shirt—one after another, they disappeared into the bag.
His eyes swept the room, his mind running through a checklist.
Phone, charger... He grabbed her phone from the bedside table and tucked it into the side pocket.
His own watch and wallet sat on the dresser. Without hesitation, he scooped them up and dropped them into the duffel.
His movements were quick yet precise, his expression calm despite the underlying tension.)
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(With a final glance around, he pulled the zipper closed in one decisive motion. The bag was packed.
His eyes, now lingered on the bathroom door. Waiting for Naina to come out.)
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A while later…
(Naina stepped out of the washroom. The moment her gaze landed on Vikram, her stomach twisted into knots.)
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