The next day—
Aarav stood inside a jewelry store.
Looking at a ring.
Simple.
Elegant.
Perfect.
"This one?" the salesperson asked.
Aarav nodded.
"Yes."
He held it carefully.
Thinking.
Remembering.
Six years of loss.
Pain.
Love.
And now—
A second chance.
He smiled slightly.
"This time… I won't lose her."
But as he stepped out of the store—
His phone rang.
Unknown number.
He frowned.
Then answered.
"Hello?"
A voice spoke.
Cold.
Unexpected.
"You think everything is over?"
Aarav's expression darkened.
Because he recognized that voice.
Raghav.