Scene 1: Between HeartbeatsLocation: Medical Ward – Night
The camp's infirmary was dimly lit, the only sound a quiet heartbeat monitor. Hana lay on the cot, bandaged shoulder bruised from the attack. Ayaan sat beside her, refusing to leave.
He hadn't spoken much since they returned. Just held her hand. Just watched her breathe.
She opened her eyes slowly. "You're still here."
He smiled faintly. "I always come back to you."
Hana swallowed. "Ayaan… Raheel could've shot you. But he didn't."
"I know."
"Why?"
"I don't think he's here just to destroy us," he said, voice low. "I think he's after something else. Something… unfinished."
Their eyes locked. The silence between them was louder than war.
Scene 2: The Missing FilesLocation: Intelligence Office, Capital City – Same Night
Meanwhile, a secure line buzzed in a darkened intel room. Commander Raza paced anxiously.
"We have a breach," his aide said. "A classified file on Project Zephyr is missing."
"Who accessed it?"
A long pause.
"Dr. Hana… four years ago."
Commander Raza's jaw clenched.
And at that very moment, Hana's old encrypted laptop—hidden under her camp cot—blinked to life.
Scene 3: A Message Left BehindLocation: Ayaan's Tent – Morning
Hana sat cross-legged, laptop open, decrypting a file titled "Zephyr – Phase 2".
Photos flickered: Children in remote villages. DNA reports. Medical experiments disguised as vaccinations.
She gasped. Her mother's name was on the lead research team.
Ayaan entered, eyes scanning her expression.
"What is this?"
"My mother was part of a secret medical operation. They tested on people under the guise of help. Some of those children… died."
Ayaan froze.
She whispered, "Raheel's brother was one of the victims."
Suddenly, everything made sense. The rebel attacks. The rage. The guilt.
Raheel wasn't just fighting a war.
He was seeking justice.
Scene 4: Forbidden TouchLocation: Cliffside – Sunset
They stood in silence, overlooking the valley. The sun bled gold across the horizon.
"I'm scared," Hana whispered.
"Of Raheel?"
"No. Of what this is turning me into."
He turned to her. "You're still you. Still the woman who saved lives in war zones. Still the woman who saved me."
She looked at him. "And what are we?"
He took a step closer. "Something I never want to lose again."
And then, like stars colliding, their lips met—not desperate, not rushed—but aching with years of longing and quiet heartbreak.
The kind of kiss that rewrote the story.
To be continued…