The day finally came.
The day Aira had waited for—
for years.
The day she was finally going to Kolkata.
Aira felt strangely happy that morning.
So happy—
that even she couldn't fully understand her
own emotions.
Excitement.
Nervousness.
Fear.
Hope.
Everything mixed together inside her heart.
Because Kolkata was never just a city for her.
It was a memory.
A dream.
A place where someone important still existed.
Someone she never truly stopped loving.
After a four-hour journey—
Aira finally reached Kolkata.
The moment she stepped outside the airport—
the air felt different.
Warm.
Crowded.
Alive.
And suddenly—
her heartbeat became faster.
Because after all these years—
she was finally in the same city as Aarohi.
A real city.
Not just chats.
Not calls.
Not imagination.
Reality.
And that reality made her nervous.
Aira still hadn't told Aarohi that she was coming to Kolkata.
Maybe because she wanted to see her naturally.
Maybe because she feared the reaction.
Or maybe—
because some part of her was scared that reality might ruin the beautiful memories she carried for ten years.
While sitting quietly in the cab—
Aira kept thinking,
"How will Aarohi react after seeing me?"
"Will she feel happy?"
"Will she recognize me instantly?"
"Will things feel awkward?"
"Or will it feel like no time passed at all?"
The thoughts refused to stop.
After reaching the hotel—
Aira freshened up quietly.
But even while changing clothes—
her hands felt slightly cold from nervousness.
She stood in front of the mirror for a long time.
Thinking about everything.
Ten years.
Ten whole years.
And now—
she was finally going to see the person she once loved more than herself.
Not through a screen.
Not through words.
But in real life.
Aira didn't know Aarohi's exact address before.
But somehow—
after searching carefully—
she managed to find it.
And now—
there was no turning back.
Aira left the hotel slowly.
The streets of Kolkata looked beautiful in the evening lights.
Busy roads.
Yellow taxis.
Crowded tea stalls.
Soft wind carrying the smell of rain and city dust together.
Everything felt strangely familiar—
even though she had never been there before.
Because maybe—
she had imagined this city beside Aarohi too many times already.
As the cab moved closer to Aarohi's area—
Aira's nervousness kept growing.
Her heartbeat felt unbearably loud now.
Because after all these years—
she was finally going to see the person she loved the most.
And suddenly—
Aira realized something.
No matter how much time passes—
some feelings never truly disappear.
While sitting inside the cab—
Aira looked outside the window quietly.
Rain clouds were slowly covering the sky.
And Aira smiled faintly.
Because somehow—
Kolkata still felt exactly like Aarohi.
Soft.
Beautiful.
And full of emotions she could never explain properly.
The cab finally stopped near Aarohi's apartment.
Aira stepped outside slowly.
Her hands trembling slightly.
Heart beating fast.
After ten years—
she was finally standing only a few steps away from Aarohi.