He stood in front of the trial room mirror.
Tall. Stronger than he remembered. Messy dark hair.
Eyes that looked... alive.
"Thanks," he said softly, surprised by his own reflection.
"Anytime," Kiara smiled, sipping her overpriced mall coffee.
Then Kiara stepped out in a bikini.
Arvind froze.
"Ma'am," he said, completely serious.
"Please stay in my life till the end of time."
She laughed, cheeks flushed.
"Shut up, idiot."
But inside, her heart beat a little faster.
Because she could see it too —
He was coming back to life.
End of Scene 5.1
All six of them —
Arvind, Kiara, Kabir, Tiara, Sahil, and Ankita —
would soon be in the same place.
A pool party.
One Sunday.
One mansion. One moment fate had been quietly waiting for.
Act 5.2 – "The Pool Party"
"Some people drift apart without a word. And sometimes, fate brings them back... without warning."
Kabir's Mansion – Sunday, 4:15 PM
The sun blazed overhead.
Laughter echoed across the garden.
The smell of grilled paneer and sunscreen lingered in the air.
Colored lights were strung around the pool, bobbing gently in the summer breeze.
The water shimmered like melted glass.
Kabir stood near the entrance, dressed in shorts and sunglasses, greeting guests like a seasoned host.
His cousin was DJing under a makeshift tent. Plates clinked. Music pulsed. Everyone looked alive.
But Kabir's eyes kept scanning the gate.
He was waiting for Tiara.
Meanwhile — In the Cab
Kiara bounced with excitement, phone in one hand, lip gloss in the other.
"You ready?" she grinned.
Arvind sat beside her, looking unfazed in a dark tee and black swim shorts.
But she noticed how he kept fidgeting with the velcro strap on his watch.
"You'll be fine," she said, nudging him. "Just... don't stay silent the whole time, okay?"
He gave a small, almost amused nod.
"I'll try."
The cab turned into the driveway.
Kiara leaned out the window, grinning.
"Let's make an entrance."
Back at the Pool
Tiara had arrived five minutes earlier — dressed in a flowing white kaftan over a pastel swimsuit, sunglasses perched in her hair.
Kabir met her with a warm smile and an easy hug.
"Glad you're here," he said.
"You always throw a good party," she replied, tugging him by the hand toward the snack table.
"Let's go cause some chaos."
They looked picture-perfect — confident, magnetic, glowing in the golden light.
But inside Kabir's mind, a quiet question still echoed:
Who was Arvind?
The Gate Opens Again
Kiara and Arvind walked in together.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Parallel Lines: a story of memory, silence, and first love
Lãng mạnThere was a rooftop. A page that went unread. A name she never said out loud again. Years passed. The silence stayed. One train. Two people. No second chance - only the memory of what almost was. Parallel Lines is a story you don't read. You remembe...
Finally
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