FLASHBACK CONTINUES – INT. AHAAN'S APARTMENT – NIGHT (2 DAYS LATER)
The living room is dark, messy — coffee cups, documents, sleepless nights.
Ahaan sits on the couch, waiting.
Eyes on the door. Every small sound — he flinches.
Suddenly…
SLIP.
A white envelope is pushed under the door.
He notices.
Picks it up — sees his name on it in Mahi's handwriting.
His fingers tremble as he opens it.
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INT. AHAAN'S APARTMENT – MOMENTS LATER
He reads in silence.
> "Ahaan,
I came back… and I saw enough.
I don't want an explanation. I don't need lies.
I've fallen for someone else — someone who was there when you weren't.
You'll be fine without me.
Let's not make this uglier than it already is.
Don't try to find me.
– Mahi"
His heart stops.
He stares at the words.
AHAAN (numb):
"No…"
He crumples the paper.
Reads it again.
AHAAN (angrier):
"No. No she wouldn't write this…"
But the handwriting — it's perfectly hers.
The way she loops her "y" — her small "a" — all of it.
He believes it.
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INT. MISHRI'S ROOM – EARLIER THAT DAY (FLASH-IN)
Mishri sits at her desk with a sheet of blank paper.
She has Mahi's old journal open beside her.
Practicing the curves. The strokes. The rhythm.
Flawless.
She smiles, signing the name one last time:
– Mahi
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BACK TO AHAAN – NIGHT
He grabs a whisky bottle, slamming it on the table.
Pacing.
He shouts — raw, broken:
AHAAN:
"She gave up.
She just… walked away."
Throws the letter into the fireplace.
AHAAN (yelling):
"AFTER EVERYTHING I DID!"
He punches the wall.
His knuckles bleed.
But he doesn't stop.
Because something inside him just snapped.
He trusted her more than the mission.
More than his life.
And she chose someone else?
That lie just rewired his love into rage.
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INT. MISHRI'S ROOM – SAME TIME
She watches the flames through the security monitor.
The man breaks.
And her smile?
Wicked.