A Realization
It was a rainy evening when Myra realized it.
She was sitting across from Vihaan in their favorite café, watching him scribble ideas in his notebook. He was rambling about something—probably a book he wanted to write or a concept he was fascinated by.
She wasn't listening.
She was too busy staring.
At the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. The way his fingers tapped against the table absentmindedly. The way he always added too much sugar to his coffee, even though he claimed he didn't like sweet things.
And just like that, it hit her.
She loved him.
Not in a fleeting way. Not in a way she could brush off.
It was real. Inevitable.
And terrifying.
The Moment Vihaan Knew
Vihaan had his moment too.
It wasn't grand or poetic. It was on an ordinary afternoon, while they were in the bookstore. Myra was reading the back cover of a novel, absentmindedly biting her lip in thought.
Vihaan, who had been stacking books, looked up—and for a reason he couldn't quite explain, he couldn't look away.
There was nothing different about her in that moment.
And yet, she felt like the most beautiful thing in the world.
That was the moment he knew.
That he wanted this—her—in his life, always.
But neither of them said it.
Not yet.
A Confession Under the Stars
It took them another year. Another year of stolen glances, unspoken words, and pretending they didn't already belong to each other.
Until one night, under the vast, endless sky, Myra finally broke the silence.
"Vihaan," she whispered, staring at the stars. "Do you believe in love?"
He glanced at her. "Why?"
"Because I think I love you."
Vihaan exhaled a quiet laugh. "That's funny."
Myra turned to him, slightly offended. "Why?"
"Because I've been in love with you for years."
She blinked. "And you didn't say anything?"
He smirked. "Neither did you."
They stared at each other for a moment before both burst into laughter.
No grand declarations. No dramatic gestures.
Just love, in its purest, simplest form.
And as Vihaan reached for her hand, fingers intertwining, they both knew—
This was only the beginning.
This time, there were no curses, no betrayals, no forbidden love.
No Jayant to tear them apart. No fate trying to keep them from each other.
Vihaan and Myra's love was simple—pure.
For the first time in all their lifetimes, they didn't have to fight for it. They didn't have to run, hide, or suffer to prove they were meant to be.
They just… were.
A Life They Chose, Together
Their love didn't need grand battles or dramatic moments. It lived in the small things—the way Myra always knew exactly what Vihaan was thinking before he even said it. The way Vihaan waited outside her office just so they could walk home together.
It was morning texts that read "Have a great day, dummy," and arguments about which movie to watch.
It was slow dances in the living room when neither of them could sleep.
It was laughter. Peace. A love that wasn't stolen but freely given.
For the first time, in this life, they had a choice.
And they chose each other.
A perfect ending—one they truly deserved.
No more unfinished love stories. No more waiting for another lifetime.
Vihaan and Myra finally got to live their love story, not as fate's victims, but as two souls who chose each other—this time, forever.