He kept pleading, “Just let me go.”
There was a restlessness in the air, a hollow space where you should have been.
Yet his soul insisted—you would come back someday.
The very air would sing, and the earth would join the melody.
The whole world would change, and even the sky would sing along.
His soul insisted you would come back someday.
The tears falling from Shana and Vihaan’s eyes were not merely salty drops of water.
They were emotions neither of them was trying to hide anymore.
Taking brisk steps across the terrace of Saaransh’s house, Shana tried to embrace the loneliness—yet fought against it at the same time while the song played in her ears.
Not far away in distance, yet worlds apart in heart, Vihaan drowned himself in pain—drinking and smoking alone in the hotel suite where he had been staying for the past three months.
The darkness around him mirrored the darkness within.
Even the flashing lights surrounding the hotel failed to pierce through it.
