Six months later.
The wedding was simple.
Beautiful.
Real.
Ayaan stood between them.
Holding both their hands.
As if making sure—
They wouldn't let go again.
"I do," Aarav said.
"I do," Ananya replied.
And just like that—
They were no longer broken pieces.
They were whole.
Together.
Later—
They stood under the open sky.
Ayaan running ahead.
Laughing.
Free.
Aarav held Ananya's hand.
Tightly.
"Funny," he said softly.
"What?"
"We met again… after everything ended."
She smiled.
"No."
He looked at her.
"We met again… because it was never over."
Silence.
Warm.
Endless.
And as the sun set behind them—
Their story didn't end.
It began again.
Stronger.
Deeper.
Forever.