INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR – OUTSIDE ICU-3 – NIGHT
Footsteps echo down the quiet hallway.
Mahi walks fast — too fast — her breath unsteady. The nurse's words still ring in her ears.
> "He whispered your name."
Something in her chest twists as she nears the ICU door. The glow of monitors and soft beep of machines seep through the glass panel.
She stops.
Her hand hovers near the door handle.
Her eyes slowly lift to the window.
And then — she freezes.
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INSIDE ICU-3 – MAHI'S POV THROUGH THE GLASS
Ahaan is awake.
Eyes half-lidded. Breathing unsteady. Weak… but alive.
Mishri sits at his bedside, leaning close, wiping his forehead with a soft cloth. Her fingers stroke his hand with practiced care.
Then — it happens.
He whispers something.
Mishri smiles gently… and then leans down.
Their lips meet.
A slow, soft kiss.
Not fiery, not passionate — but intimate.
Like she's been there for years.
Like she belongs.
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INT. HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
Mahi steps back.
Like she's been physically struck.
Her hand falls from the door handle. Her chest tightens, eyes wide.
One blink.
Two.
Then… she looks away.
But not before a tear slips down her cheek — quick, quiet, and merciless.
MAHI (whispers to herself):
"Of course.
Of course it was never me."
She turns around — walking away in silence.
Her coat brushes her legs. Her steps are slower now.
Not because she's unsure.
But because she's trying not to collapse.
She doesn't hear Mishri smirk inside.
She doesn't know yet if the kiss was his, or just hers.
All she knows is: it broke her.
Again.