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

Chapter 41: Through Fire and Love

And another.

And suddenly—

The cafeteria erupted into applause.

Pin covered her face.

Oh my god, I'm going to die.

Anil strolled over, grinning.

She plopped down beside Pin.

"You're welcome."

Pin glared at her through her fingers. "I can't believe you just did that."

Anil smirked. "Oh, come on. You love it."

Pin groaned.

But deep down?

Deep, deep down?

She did.

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That evening at home, Pin walked into the house hoping for a quiet evening.

Instead—

She was met with a grinning Freen.

A smirking Becky.

A beaming Mon.

And a very, very proud Sam.

Pin froze in the doorway.

"...What... is going on here?"

Mon held up her phone.

"There's a video."

Pin's stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no.

Anil?

Anil had been recorded.

And now—

Now her entire family knew.

Pin groaned.

Becky laughed. "Oh my god, I like this girl more and more."

Freen smiled warmly. "She really cares about you, sweetheart."

Sam smirked. "I'm impressed. She's got guts."

Pin covered her face again.

Mon giggled. "I knew Anil was fearless, but this?" She turned to Becky, eyes twinkling. "Doesn't she remind you of someone?"

Becky raised an eyebrow. "You mean me?"

Mon nodded. "She's stubborn, bold, protective—and absolutely, hopelessly in love. Sound familiar?"

Becky smirked. "I was never hopeless."

Freen snorted. "Babe, you were a goner the second you met me."

Pin groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Her family was insane.

Becky, on the other hand? She just smirked.

Because history?

Had a way of repeating itself.

And their daughters?

Had found love just like they had.

Becky thought back years ago, when they were still trying to establish themselves in the industry. There had been whispers.

Some people didn't like the way Freen carried herself.

How she refused to conform.

How she chose to love openly, fearlessly.

And one night, at an industry event, a prominent director had made an offhand comment.

"She'll never last long in this business," he had scoffed, swirling his drink. "Too stubborn. Too bold. People like her don't make it."

Becky had seen red.

She had stepped forward, voice sharp as a blade.

"People like her?" Becky had repeated. "You mean talented, hardworking, and actually decent? Because if that's what you mean, then you should be worried about people like you being left behind."

The director had laughed, dismissing her.

But Becky wasn't done.

"Freen isn't going anywhere," she had declared. "She's not just going to last—she's going to own this industry. And one day, you'll regret ever doubting her."

And sure enough—

Years later, Freen did own the industry. They both did.

And Becky had been right about everything—as she was right about this.

Just like Becky would always defend Freen, so would Freen.

Just like Mon would always defend Sam in her own way, so would Sam.

And just like Pin would always defend Anil, in her own unique silent way, so would Anil.

They had found their forever, Becky in Freen, Mon in Sam, and Pin in Anil.

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Later that night, Pin lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Her phone buzzed.

A message from Anil.

Anil: Hey, nerd.

Pin smiled, typing back.

Pin: Hey, troublemaker.

Another buzz.

Anil: You mad at me?

Pin hesitated.

Then—

Pin: No. Just... embarrassed.
Anil: Worth it.

Pin: You're impossible.

Anil: And you love me for it.

Pin paused.

Then, after a deep breath—

Pin: ...Yeah. I do.

Silence.

Then—

A call.

Pin hesitated, then answered.

Anil's voice was soft.

"Say it again."

Pin bit her lip.

Then whispered—

"I love you."

Silence.

Then—

A quiet, happy sigh.

"I love you more, nerd."

Pin smiled.

And for the first time in weeks—

She slept peacefully.