That night, Aarav couldn't sleep. His mind replayed Riya's words. Fragile. Vanish. Fate.
He got up and wandered to the rooftop of his apartment building. The city lights stretched out endlessly. He thought about time. About love. About impossible connections.
Then, inexplicably, he felt a chill. And a faint whisper.
"Don't let go."
His heart skipped a beat. It sounded like Riya. But she wasn't there.
A flash of light and a fleeting image appeared before him—Riya, standing in the same bridge where he met her, but older, worn, and crying.
Aarav's chest tightened. "This… this is the future?"
The whisper came again. "Trust me. The choice you make will decide everything."
He clutched the notebook she gave him. The letters, the instructions, the warnings—they were all leading up to this moment.
Aarav realized that love wasn't just passion or desire—it was responsibility. And to protect her… he might have to sacrifice everything he wanted