The sun had barely risen over the horizon as their flight landed on Indian soil. After hours spent in the sky — some in silence, some in soft whispers, and some with lingering glances — Aman and Roshni stepped into the bustling energy of the Mumbai airport.

The air smelled like home. A mix of warmth, dust, distant spices, and the kind of chaos that had its own rhythm. Roshni’s heart beat faster. She was back. After months. And this time, she wasn’t just carrying luggage — she was carrying stories, emotions, and the silent hopes of a love that had finally spoken.