Farhana's POV
The gala was over. The crowd had dispersed, the flashes had dimmed, and the roar of social media had quieted into supportive whispers. I leaned against the balcony railing of our hotel suite, the city lights sparkling like tiny stars below. My sapphire gown from last night was folded neatly on the chair, replaced with a soft cream kurta and leggings — comfortable, simple, me.
Baseer appeared behind me, holding two mugs of hot chocolate. He handed one to me, his fingers brushing mine.
"Farhana... finally, peace," he said, leaning close. "Aur tum... were shining tonight. Sab ne dekha sach."
("And you were shining tonight. Everyone saw the truth.")
I took a sip, warmth spreading through me, not just from the chocolate but from his presence. I smiled, feeling the weight of the past weeks lift slightly.
"Baseer... thank you," I whispered. "For... everything. Tumne mujhe har step pe sambhala."
("For everything. You held me together every step of the way.")
He grinned, brushing a soft kiss on my temple. "Hamesha, Farhana. Chahe kuch bhi ho."
("Always, Farhana. No matter what.")
I leaned into him, letting the city lights, the quiet, and his steady heartbeat fill me with a sense of calm I hadn't felt in weeks.
Baseer's POV
Watching her, I realized how much she had grown through all this chaos. Not just in public, but in private — strong, resilient, unshakable. And I knew one thing for certain: nothing and no one could break what we had.
But of course... Rohit.
Even as we held each other on that balcony, a tiny shadow of unease lingered. Rohit hadn't given up. Somewhere, he was already planning his next move — a new manipulation, a new challenge. I could feel it.
And yet, I didn't worry. Not really. Because Farhana and I... we were unstoppable together.
The phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up, and a mysterious DM appeared:
"You think the storm is over? You haven't seen anything yet. —R"
I froze for a moment, showing it to Farhana. She smirked, tilting her head.
"Lagta hai... next chapter ke liye ready rehna padega," she said, brushing her hair behind her ear.
("Looks like we'll have to be ready for the next chapter.")
I chuckled, squeezing her hand. "Hum hamesha ready hain. Together."
And with that, we looked out at the city, ready for whatever came next.
Catch you all in next part :)
Hope you guys enjoyed this story
So I was thinking, do you guys want a continuation of this story or a completely different genre like an anthology series?
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