Location: The WCL World Cup – Final Match Day
Venue: DY Patil Stadium, Mumbai
The city didn't sleep.
Not last night.
Not after the broadcast that confirmed what the world had been dying to believe—
There was only one Aaravi Kapoor.
And she survived everything.
The WCL Cup began with fireworks, but ended in silence.
The final over was underway.
And instead of commentators, the crowd only listened to one voice:
Aaravi's.
Broadcasted live. No script.
"This game was once a religion," she said.
"Then it was turned into a transaction. A weapon. A lie."
Pause.
"I won't deny I profited. I played god. I broke men.
But I also bled. Lost.
And somewhere between power and pain… I became human again."
The screen cut to Vivaan—sitting in the stands. Arm in a sling. Face unreadable.
Next to him sat Mehul.
Alive. Scarred. Silent.
The last piece of the Syndicate puzzle.
Flashback: Karma's Final Tape – Found Posthumously
"To whoever finds this, I wasn't born. I was built.
But my dreams were mine.
And in them, I wasn't her.
I was me."
Aaravi listened in private.
Tears didn't fall.
But they filled her eyes.
She left the room without a word.
And burned the tape.
Location: Mira's Execution Cell
She sat. Hands bound. Eyes defiant.
The prison guard stepped aside.
Aaravi entered.
"Last time we met," Mira smirked, "you had blood on your lip. This time?"
"I'm clean," Aaravi said. "Finally."
Mira leaned forward. "You'll get bored. Women like us don't survive without chaos."
Aaravi paused at the door.
"I'm not surviving anymore. I'm choosing."
And left Mira to rot.
Location: Vivaan's Apartment – One Week Later
He returned home to find a box.
Inside:
A red silk robe
A cricket ball carved with the WCL logo
A note
"No more Syndicate. No more shadows.
But always… the game between us.
– A."
He turned it over. One final line:
"If you want me, come find me. No more aliases. Just us."
Final Scene: Varanasi – Ghats at Dawn
Aaravi stood in white. Wind lifting her hair.
No bodyguards. No boardroom. No masks.
Just her.
Vivaan appeared beside her. Quiet. Real.
She didn't turn.
He said, "Are we free?"
She looked at him—eyes finally soft.
"No," she said.
"But we're done pretending we aren't prisoners."
He smiled.
Then she turned—kissed him.
No dominance.
No manipulation.
No war.
Just skin and salt and sunrise.
The past cremated in the Ganga behind them.
Epilogue: 6 Months Later – WCL Headquarters, Dubai
WCL thrives.
But Aaravi is no longer CEO.
She vanished.
Some say she's dead.
Some say she runs matches in secret.
Vivaan runs analytics for a rural cricket academy now.
And sometimes—at dusk—a woman in red watches from the trees.
Smiling.
Final Line:
Love didn't save them.
The game didn't end them.
But the wicket between them? It will always remain… the only truth neither could ever control.
THE END.