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.]