The weight of the past had started to lift. Dev and Ashi believed in Abhi again. Shivay, though still deep in thought, no longer carried anger. He wasn’t the type to forget things easily, but at least now, he wasn’t fighting against Abhi—he was standing beside him.
And somehow, amidst all this, they had found moments of peace.
Shivay sat on the rooftop, watching the city below. Arya leaned against him, silent but present.
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