INT. COTTAGE – MORNING
Sunlight filters through the windows.
Saif is cooking again — this time confidently flipping parathas like a master chef.
Mahi walks in, rubbing her eyes, yawning.
MAHI (sleepy):
"Did the flour behave today?"
SAIF (smirking):
"I threatened it."
She laughs, leaning against the kitchen doorframe.
He serves her a plate, and they sit together at the small wooden table.
MAHI:
"You're not just a good cook, Saif.
You're... everything."
He pauses — like he wants to say something. But instead, he just smiles.
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EXT. QUIET MOUNTAIN PATH – NOON
They walk side by side.
Saif carries a paper bag of small treats they bought from the local bakery.
MAHI (playfully):
"If I trip here, you better catch me like in the movies."
SAIF:
"If you trip here, we're both rolling down the hill."
She laughs.
Then he does something unexpected — he gently reaches for her hand.
She lets him.
Their fingers interlock like they were always meant to.
Silence.
Not awkward.
Just… warm.
MAHI (softly):
"I don't know my past… but today feels like it matters more."
Saif looks at her — but doesn't reply.
He just holds her hand tighter.
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EXT. SMALL HILLTOP LAKE – EVENING
They sit on a bench by the water.
The lake reflects golden sunlight, the sky painted in orange and lilac.
Mahi rests her head on Saif's shoulder.
MAHI (murmurs):
"You know what scares me?"
SAIF:
"Hmm?"
MAHI:
"That I'll remember everything one day…
And forget what I feel now."
His hand tightens around hers.
SAIF (quietly):
"Then I'll remind you.
As many times as it takes."
Her eyes shimmer.
She looks up at him — so close.
Their noses almost touch.
For a moment, the world pauses…
But Saif pulls back gently.
Not yet.
Because when it happens, he wants it to be hers too.
Not just the moment.
The memory.
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INT. COTTAGE – NIGHT
Mahi sketches something on paper.
Saif walks in and peeks over her shoulder.
It's a drawing of the two of them — on the hilltop bench, holding hands.
MAHI:
"It's not perfect."
SAIF (smiling):
"Neither am I."
They both laugh.
And for that one night, nothing else exists — not pain, not past, not secrets.
Only them.