INT. SMALL COTTAGE – LIVING ROOM – LATE NIGHT
The fireplace crackles softly.
Saif and Mahi sit close, still holding hands, but now in silence.
Mahi's head rests on his shoulder.
His cheek brushes against her hair as if this is the only place he's ever felt safe — and she, the only peace he's ever known.
She doesn't speak for a while… just listens to his breathing.
Then:
MAHI (softly):
"You know...
I've been so scared to feel anything again.
But you…
you make me feel calm.
Seen.
Safe."
He doesn't move, but she can feel his breath catch.
MAHI (smiling lightly):
"And now I feel guilty."
He turns slightly to look at her, brows furrowed.
SAIF (gentle):
"Why guilty?"
MAHI:
"Because maybe…
what I felt before was just noise.
And this?
This quiet between us…
feels more real than anything I've ever known."
Saif says nothing.
His eyes, usually sharp, now soften — like storm clouds melting into rain.
He lifts her hand and presses a kiss on her knuckles.
SAIF (barely a whisper):
"I'd wait a lifetime…
just to hear that once."
Mahi smiles — watery and bright — like moonlight on glass.
She brushes his hair back from his forehead.
MAHI (teasing):
"You won't have to wait that long.
I'm already falling, Saif."
SAIF (serious, almost scared):
"Don't say that unless you mean it."
MAHI (leans in, her voice a vow):
"I never say anything halfway."
And then, she closes the space between them…
Their lips meet — not in urgency, but in truth.
A kiss that tastes like firsts, like healing.
A kiss that says "I see you — all of you — and I'm not going anywhere."
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LATER THAT NIGHT – BEDROOM
Saif watches her sleep, his fingers lightly brushing hers beneath the blanket.
He whispers to the silence:
SAIF:
"You brought me back to life.
I just hope I'm not dreaming."