"Some people are not made to stay in your life…
They're made to stay in your story."
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Five years later.
Avni had changed — not in appearance, but in strength.
She was married now.
To Rohit — a kind man, a good soul, someone who respected her boundaries and beliefs.
But love?
No.
She hadn't felt that again. Not the way she did with Mohsin.
Rohit never questioned her quietness.
He never asked about the diary she kept locked.
And she never told him…
that there once was a boy who made her heart speak like poetry.
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Mohsin had changed too.
He was working in Delhi. Focused. Stable.
But every girl he met felt incomplete.
Too loud. Too plain. Too nothing-like-her.
He still hadn't fallen in love again.
Because how do you fall again when you've already fallen your deepest?
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One day, sitting at the train station, he looked up and froze.
It was her.
Avni.
Same eyes.
Same poise.
But with sindoor in her hair… and another man beside her.
She didn't see him.
Not yet.
But fate wasn't done with them.
They were on the same train.
Same destination.
And destiny had just hit play again.
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