Women are emotional creatures, especially when standing in front of someone like Rahul.
Anisha and Anika had shown him a level of passion and tenderness that made him want to melt into their world forever. For a moment, Rahul truly wished he could just stay in that penthouse and let the rest of the world fade away.
But he couldn't. He had "emotional debts" to settle in Dhaka before his flight. He had promised Anjali that he would give her a full day of his time before he left, and as a man of his word—even if that word was currently written in the "scumbag" handbook—he intended to satisfy her to the best of his ability.
He wanted to leave Bangladesh with a perfect reputation, ensuring he represented the best of Indian charm while bringing his journey to a beautiful, cinematic conclusion.
Early the next morning, while the twins were still soundly asleep, Rahul lay in bed and used his phone to finalize his flight. He successfully moved it to 2:00 AM tonight. Since he was a frequent flyer and the flight was still a day away, the change was free and seamless.
Once the ticket was confirmed, he gently nudged Anisha, who was curled up beside him.
"I have to go out and meet a friend today," he whispered. "I won't be back until late."
Anisha had been thoroughly "satisfied" the day before. She opened her eyes lazily, offered a soft smile, and nodded. "Okay, Rahul. Go ahead. Just make sure you come home tonight for a final goodbye."
She didn't ask who he was seeing or where he was going. Rahul felt a wave of genuine emotion. Is this what the most comfortable relationship in the world feels like? No drama, no interrogation—just pure trust and freedom.
"I will. I promise."
Rahul got dressed, went into the guest bathroom to groom himself until he looked like a movie star, grabbed his DJI camera, and headed out. To prevent random girls from swarming him on the street, he purposefully put on a surgical mask.
With some cash still in his pocket, he stopped at a roadside stall and bought a modest but vibrant bouquet of flowers for 100 Taka. He then hailed a cycle rickshaw and headed straight for Dhaka City Hall.
In the past, Anjali was always the one putting in the effort to find him. Since this was his final day, he decided to flip the script. He wanted to give her the romantic lead experience she deserved.
As the rickshaw swayed through the chaotic streets, Rahul turned his camera on and filmed the passing scenery. He wondered how his followers back in Mumbai would react to his stories. Would they fall for the pure-hearted Anjali, the bold and fiery twins, or the quirky Samina?
When he arrived at City Hall, he didn't go inside. He stood near the grand entrance, bouquet held behind his back, and dialed Anjali's number. Because of the mask, he was just another face in the crowd; no one bothered him.
The phone rang for a long time. Just as he was about to give up, Anjali's voice, sounding breathless and ecstatic, came through.
"Rahul! I can't believe you called me!"
"Are you busy?" he asked with a smile.
"No! I just got back from the courthouse. I was literally just about to message you."
A pause followed. Then, Anjali's voice dropped, her sixth sense kicking in. "Rahul... are you leaving? Is it time to say goodbye?"
"You're too smart for your own good," Rahul said gently.
"Where are you? I'll come to you right now." He could hear the sound of a chair scraping across a floor as she scrambled to leave her desk.
"For once, stay where you are," Rahul said softly. "You've spent the whole week coming to me. Today, I've come to you."
Anjali let out a tiny, shocked gasp. "Wait... are you at City Hall? Right now?"
"Check the entrance."
The line went dead as she sprinted toward the doors.
A minute later, Anjali burst through the main doors, her eyes searching the crowd. When she spotted Rahul, he pulled down his mask and gave her a brilliant, sunny smile.
Anjali froze. She loved the grand, romantic gestures in Bollywood films, but in this moment, she felt that even the most famous movie scene couldn't compare to the reality of Rahul standing there in the sunlight.
He brought the flowers from behind his back and held them out to her. Anjali's eyes lit up, shimmering with sudden tears.
"Are these... for me?"
"Of course they are."
She took the bouquet carefully, smelling the petals. "I've never received flowers from a guy before. Not once. I love them so much, Rahul!"
Rahul felt a pang of guilt. He thought back to Ananya—how he had to buy her 99 long-stemmed roses for every birthday, Valentine's Day, and anniversary, and she'd still complain if the wrapping wasn't 'aesthetic' enough for her Instagram. He had spent a fortune just to be criticized.
Seeing Anjali so deeply moved by a simple 100-Taka bouquet made him realize just how much he'd been conditioned to accept toxic standards. He felt even better about choosing to spend his last day with her.
"When is your flight?" she asked cautiously.
"Tomorrow at 2:00 AM. I have to be at the airport late tonight."
"So soon? Wait for me! Let me go back inside, tell my boss I'm taking the day off, and change my clothes!"
"Take your time. I'm all yours today."
Anjali practically skipped back inside. Ten minutes later, she emerged, having swapped her professional suit for a light, colorful dress. She handed Rahul a thick envelope.
"This is the 65,000 Taka the hotel refunded. I made sure they paid back every single paisa they owed you."
Rahul tucked the money away and looked at her. "So, Miss Anjali, since this is our day—where are we going?"
Anjali tilted her head, a playful sparkle in her eyes.
"I want to go to the amusement park!"
Expert Guide Follow-up:
Rahul and Anjali are heading to the amusement park for a classic, sweet date. Should the focus be on the "innocent" fun they have on the rides, or should the day take a more emotional turn when Anjali realizes this is truly the final countdown until he leaves for the airport?