Meera's event ended. Aarav's work waited.
They stood again at the platform, the familiar question hovering.
"This time," Meera said, "I don't want love to be an accident."
Aarav took her hand—not urgently, but firmly.
"Then let it be a decision."
No dramatic speeches. No impossible promises.
Just a shared understanding:
They would try—openly, imperfectly, together.