PART-06

Where they sit down and have a deeper conversation

About what happened between them, and where they are now?

[Setting: A quieter corner of the ballroom, near a small table with two chairs. They each have a drink in hand. The music hums in the background, but here, it feels like it's just the two of them.]

Dhrub (pulling out a chair for her):

"Sit? Just for a few minutes. No pressure."

Saira (hesitates, then nods slowly):

"Okay."

[They sit. For a moment, neither speaks. The weight of unspoken years hangs between them.]

Dhrub (finally breaking the silence):

"So... you became an artist. I saw some of your work last year.

You use a different name now."

Saira (smiling faintly):

"Saira Mir. It's easier to leave the past behind when you change a little of yourself."

Dhrub (softly):

"Did it work?"

Saira (looking into her glass):

"Sometimes. And you? Business suits and big deals?"

Dhrub (laughs quietly):

"Yeah. Funny, right? I always hated the idea of being one of them. Now I am."

Saira (meeting his eyes for the first time):

"We were so different back then... so stubborn."

Dhrub (nods):

"We were kids, Saira. We thought love was enough to beat the world.

Turns out, sometimes it's not."

Saira (voice softening):

"I blamed you for a long time."

Dhrub (quietly, painfully honest):

"I blamed myself too. For letting you go. For not fighting harder."

[A pause. The tension eases, replaced by something softer - regret, forgiveness, and understanding.]

Saira (whispering):

"Maybe... we needed to lose each other to find ourselves."

Dhrub (smiling sadly):

"Maybe."

[He looks at her - really looks. The years have changed her, but her spirit, the way she carries pain with quiet strength - that is the same.]

Dhrub (after a long breath):

"Would you... ever want to catch up properly? Like old friends. No past. No expectations."

Saira (considering, then smiles - a real smile this time):

"I think... I'd like that."

[They raise their glasses, clink them softly. Somewhere between ending and beginning, a new chapter quietly waits for them.]



PART-07

End of the Day - Memories Rekindled

[Setting: The ballroom has mostly emptied. The music has slowed to a soft hum.

Saira and Dhrub sit together now at a corner couch, more relaxed, the night stretching quietly between them.]

Saira (leaning back, a little nostalgic):

"Remember that summer when we tried to run away with nothing but a backpack and two hundred bucks?"

Dhrub (laughing, shaking his head):

"We didn't even make it past the bus station. You cried because you forgot your sketchbook."

Saira (grinning):

"It wasn't just a sketchbook. It was my dream."

Dhrub (softly):

"It always was. You were the brave one."

[They fall into an easy rhythm - memory after memory tumbling out, some sweet, some painful, but all softened by time.]

Dhrub (smiling at a memory):

"And what about the time we got caught stealing mangoes from Mr. Banerjee's garden?"

Saira (giggling):

"You blamed it all on me! You said I made you do it."

Dhrub (mock serious):

"Technically, you did."

Saira (playful glare):

"You were always such a terrible liar."

[They laugh again, and this time, there's no tension. Only warmth. Only the realization that the bond they once had - the laughter, the friendship, the silent understanding - had never truly left.]

[As the night deepens, they sit quietly, the weight of old pain lifting, replaced by something lighter - maybe friendship, maybe hope, maybe something new entirely.]

Saira (softly, after a pause):

"Not all of it was bad, was it?"

Dhrub (shaking his head, voice steady):

"No. Some of it... some of it was the best part of my life."

[Their eyes meet. No more anger. No more regrets. Just two people, grateful for what was, and curious about what could be.]

Dhrub (smiling tenderly):

"Maybe the best parts are still ahead of us."

Saira (smiling back, heart lighter than it's been in years):

"Maybe they are."

[Outside, the first hints of dawn begin to color the sky. A new day waiting. A new story just beginning.]