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By October 2026, Bihar was a state transformed, its pulse quickened by Chief Minister Aarav Pathak's relentless reforms. The Bihar Innovation Corridor was rising, with cranes dotting Patna, Gaya, and Bhagalpur, promising 50,000 jobs. The Green Bihar Initiative had planted 1 lakh trees, and the Sword, Shield, and Post triads—SEHAT clinics, Bihar-Net cafes, and police stations—had brought healthcare, connectivity, and safety to every district. The DIGIBIHAR platform, with 80 lakh downloads, empowered citizens to access services and report corruption, recovering ₹11,000 crore through RAKSHAK's raids. Yet, amidst this whirlwind of progress, Aarav's personal life, long sidelined by duty, took an unexpected turn with the return of Kajal Jha, his closest friend from his IIT and IIM days, sparking a rekindling of old bonds and emotions that had once been stifled by tradition and circumstance.
Kajal Jha, a brilliant engineer from Muzaffarpur, had been Aarav's classmate at IIT Patna and later at IIM Ahmedabad. Their friendship, forged over late-night study sessions and shared dreams of changing Bihar, was a quiet constant in Aarav's life. At IIT, they'd debated policy in hostel canteens, Kajal's sharp wit matching Aarav's idealism. At IIM, they'd collaborated on projects, her data-driven pragmatism balancing his big-picture vision. Both joined a top consultancy firm in Bangalore, but their paths diverged when Aarav chose UPSC to serve Bihar, while Kajal, offered a lucrative role in USA with a tech giant, moved abroad. Their closeness had once hinted at deeper feelings, but tradition—family expectations and societal norms—kept them silent. When Aarav, on the eve of her departure , confessed his feelings, Kajal, with a heavy heart, revealed her signed contract and left for Los Angles, promising to stay in touch. Their calls dwindled as Aarav's political ascent consumed him, but Kajal followed his journey, her pride mixed with longing.
In October 2026, Kajal (Pioneer in developing RL chain Model for Open AI, then work on Thinking close relation model for Llama 4) returned to Bihar, drawn by Aarav's reforms and a desire to contribute. Now 32, she was a chief AI strategist at her firm, with expertise in smart tech. She contacted Aarav, requesting a meeting to discuss the Bihar Innovation Corridor. On October 15, Aarav, swamped with work, cleared his evening schedule, a rare act for a man who slept four hours a night. They agreed to meet at Patna's Eco Park, a quiet oasis amid the city's bustle, near a Bihar-Net cafe where Aarav often tested DIGIBIHAR's features.
As the sun set, casting a golden glow over the park's lotus ponds, Aarav arrived, his white kurta slightly rumpled from a day of meetings. Kajal, in a simple kurti and jeans, stood by a bench, her short hair catching the breeze. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the weight of years melted away. "Aarav Pathak, Bihar's hero," she teased, her smile warm but mischievous. Aarav laughed, a rare sound these days. "Kajal Jha, The AI tech star," he shot back, his eyes softening. They hugged, a brief but heartfelt embrace, and sat by the pond, the air thick with nostalgia.
while hugging only they chatted, "You've changed Bihar," Kajal said, her voice earnest. "I saw the DIGIBIHAR launch on YouTube in Los Angles. I couldn't believe it was the same state we used to complain about." Aarav grinned, recounting the chaos of raids, exams, and triads. "It's been a fight, Kajal. But seeing farmers use DIGIBIHAR, kids in smart schools—it's worth it." She nodded, and separated and shared her recent work on AI-driven urban planning in Germany. "I want to help, Aarav. The Corridor needs smart tech—traffic systems, waste management. I can bring my expertise." Aarav's eyes lit up. "Bihar needs you," he said, pausing. "I've missed you."
The words hung between them, unguarded and raw. Kajal's gaze dropped to her hands. "I missed you too," she admitted. "When I left, I thought I was chasing my dream. But watching you fight for Bihar—it made me realize mine's here." They walked through the park, reminiscing about IIT days—sneaking samosas into the library, debating Bihar's future over chai. Aarav confessed the toll of leadership: sleepless nights, opposition attacks, and the fear of failing Bihar. Kajal, ever the pragmatist, listened, then said, "You're not alone, Aarav. You've got 10 crore Biharis—and me."
They grabbed litti-chokha from a nearby stall, laughing as Kajal struggled with the spicy chutney, a far cry from Los Angles's bland fare. "This is home," she said, wiping her eyes. Aarav, watching her, felt a warmth he'd buried under duty. Their conversation flowed effortlessly—Kajal's ideas for AI in the Corridor, Aarav's plans for KISAN-BOOST's global exports. As night fell, they sat under a banyan tree, the park's lights twinkling. "Remember our IIM pact?" Kajal asked. "To make Bihar shine?" Aarav nodded. "We're doing it, Kajal. Together now."
The next day, Aarav invited Kajal to Samastipur to meet his grandmother, Kamla, the anchor of his life. They drove through Bihar's transforming landscape —new roads, solar-lit villages, and triads buzzing with activity. Kajal marveled at a SEHAT clinic in Vaishali, where a nurse used DIGIBIHAR to schedule free check-ups. "You've built a miracle," she said. Aarav smiled, but his eyes held a flicker of worry. "The opposition's not done. They're planning something big."
In Samastipur, Kamla's home was a haven of simplicity. The 80-year-old, frail but sharp, sat on a charpoy, her eyes lighting up at Kajal's arrival. "So, you're the girl Aarav never stopped talking about," Kamla teased, her Bhojpuri accent thick. Kajal blushed, kneeling to touch her feet. "Namaste, Dadi. Aarav's stories don't do you justice." Kamla chuckled, patting Kajal's head. "He's a good boy, but stubborn. Needs someone to keep him grounded." She offered homemade thekua, insisting Kajal eat. "You're too thin, beta. Videsh didn't feed you?"
Over tea, Kamla shared stories of Aarav's childhood—his obsession with fixing broken radios, his vow to change Bihar after seeing farmers struggle. Kajal listened, enchanted, sharing her own journey: growing up in Muzaffarpur, defying family pressure to marry early, and thriving in US. "But Bihar's my heart," she told Kamla. "Aarav's shown me it's possible to come back." Kamla, holding her locket—the twin of Aarav's—smiled knowingly. "You two are like my locket—different paths, same soul." Aarav, watching them bond, felt a pang of hope, tempered by the weight of his duties.
Kajal spent the day in Samastipur, visiting a Sword, Shield, and Post triad. At the Bihar-Net cafe, she helped a farmer register his KISAN-BOOST cooperative, marveling at DIGIBIHAR's simplicity. At the SEHAT clinic, she saw a mother receive free medicine, and at the police station, a BPSSC officer showed her AI-linked CCTV feeds. "This is world-class," Kajal told Aarav, her engineer's mind racing. "I can optimize this with AI—predictive maintenance for clinics, real-time traffic for roads." Aarav grinned. "Join the Corridor team. Make it happen."
That evening, they walked through Samastipur's fields, the air thick with the scent of monsoon-soaked earth. Kajal shared her fears about returning—leaving a high-flying career, facing family expectations. Aarav, his guard down, admitted his own struggles. "Every raid, every reform—I'm scared I'll fail Dadi's dream," he said. Kajal touched his arm. "You're not failing, Aarav. You're inspiring. I came back because of you." Their eyes met, the unspoken feelings from 2020 resurfacing. Tradition still loomed—caste, family, politics—but for now, they savored the moment, two friends reconnecting under Bihar's starry sky.
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