When the Story Continues (Sequel to When the Script Changes)

Chapter 35: Three Little Words at the Amusement Park

After meeting the entire family—and somehow surviving—Anil had one goal left:

A proper date with Pin.

No parents watching. No overprotective sisters. No interrogations.

Just the two of them.

So, naturally—

She took Pin to the amusement park.

"Why here?" Pin asked as they stepped through the entrance, her hand already tucked in Anil's.

Anil grinned.

"Because," she said, swinging their hands between them. "You don't talk much, so I figured I'd take you somewhere where screaming is required."

Pin blinked.

Then glared.

"I am not screaming."

Anil smirked.

"Oh, we'll see about that."

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Their first ride was the Ferris wheel.

Pin liked the view.

Anil liked watching Pin like the view.

Then came the rollercoaster.

Pin did not scream.

But Anil did.

Loudly.

Pin almost laughed. Almost.

"I knew you'd love it," Anil said as they got off, pretending she wasn't slightly dizzy.

Pin gave her a look.

"I'm not the one who yelled 'OH MY GOD, I'M DYING' three seconds in."

Anil grinned.

"You heard that, huh?"

Pin shook her head, fighting a smile.

They spent the next hour playing carnival games, eating cotton candy, and competing in bumper cars (which Anil lost, because Pin? Pin was secretly ruthless).

And then—

Anil took her to the carousel.

It was quiet. Peaceful.

Unlike the other rides, it wasn't chaotic.

They sat side by side, the world spinning gently around them.

And that was when Pin almost said it.

The words sat right there on the tip of her tongue.

But—

Anil suddenly leaned her head on Pin's shoulder.

And just like that—

Pin was completely and utterly lost.

So she stayed quiet.

For now.

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By the time they reached the game stalls again, the sun was already setting.

The sky was painted in hues of orange and pink.

They stood in front of the ring toss.

Anil?

Competitive as always.

Pin?

Not interested at all.

"Come on, babe," Anil teased, tossing another ring. "Win me a stuffed animal."

Pin raised a brow.

"I thought you were supposed to win one for me."

Anil shrugged.

"Equality."

Pin rolled her eyes but tried anyway.

And, of course—

She got it on the first try.

The vendor handed her a tiny pink bunny.

Pin turned to Anil, holding it out.

Anil beamed.

"You got me a bunny?"

Pin hesitated.

And then—

She looked up at her, eyes soft.

"I got you a bunny," she murmured.

Silence.

Complete.

Utter.

Silence.

Anil's heart stopped.

Because something about the way Pin said it—

Like she meant more than just the bunny—

Made Anil's chest tighten.

Carefully, she reached for Pin's hand.

Held it.

Squeezed it.

Pin squeezed back.

And then—

So quietly Anil almost didn't hear it—

Pin whispered:

"I love you."

Anil's breath hitched.

She stared.

Pin blushed furiously, looking down.

"I just thought..." Pin swallowed. "You've said it a million times. And I never—I never said it back. And that's unfair, because—"

She paused.

Then, finally, met Anil's eyes.

"Because I love you too."

Anil?

Anil was gone.

Completely.

Utterly.

Gone.

For the first time in her life, she was speechless.

So instead—

She grabbed Pin by the waist—

And kissed her.

Not rushed.

Not teasing.

Just soft.

And full.

And real.

Pin melted into her.

And Anil?

She held on for dear life.

Because this girl?

This shy, quiet, book-loving, impossibly sweet girl?

She was it.

She was everything.

And she had just said she loved her.

So Anil pulled back—

Grinning so wide it hurt.

"Took you long enough," she whispered.

Pin huffed.

"Shut up."

Anil just laughed, squeezing her hand tighter.

And together—

They walked off into the night.

A tiny pink bunny between them.

And love—

So much love.