Days turned into weeks, and Roshni found herself adjusting to a new rhythm of life. The days felt quieter, more purposeful, but also more lonely. She spent most of her time focusing on her career, immersing herself in her work as a way to distract from the emptiness that still lingered inside her. Her colleagues noticed the change in her. She was more confident, more assertive—her decisions were sharper, clearer. But beneath it all, there was an undercurrent of longing she couldn't deny.
Even though she was living on her own terms now, she still found herself thinking about Kabir. It wasn't the controlling Kabir who had once made her feel like a prisoner in a gilded cage. It was the Kabir who had cared for her deeply, the one who loved her enough to let her go. That version of him—the one who had put her needs above his own—stayed with her.
But each time she thought of him, the memories of their last conversation played in her mind like a reel she couldn't stop. The quiet ache that had settled deep within her heart refused to fade, despite her attempts to push it aside. She was free, but freedom came with its own set of challenges.
One evening, while sitting at her desk, Roshni received a call from an unfamiliar number. A part of her hesitated before answering. Could it be... Kabir? She quickly shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thought.
"Hello?" she answered, her voice steady.
"Is this Roshni Shetty?" The voice on the other end was unfamiliar but had a sense of urgency to it.
"Yes, this is she. Who's calling?"
"My name is Arjun Mehra. I'm calling from the Paris office of J & S Enterprises," the voice said. "I hope you remember us. You were supposed to join our Paris team some months ago. We've been trying to get in touch with you, but we've had no luck. We need to talk about your position here. Your visa was processed, and we have a spot waiting for you."
Roshni's heart skipped a beat. The words hung in the air for a long moment as she tried to process them. The job offer. The one Kabir had orchestrated.
"I... I didn't know you were still holding that position for me," she said, her voice a mix of surprise and hesitation.
"We've been waiting for your confirmation," Arjun continued. "The position is still available, but we need to finalize things soon. Can we expect you to come to Paris? I understand there were some personal matters holding you back, but this opportunity won't last forever."
The call ended after a few more formalities, but Roshni remained frozen, staring at the phone in her hand. It had been a while since Kabir had stepped out of her life, but hearing those words brought everything rushing back. The truth was, she had wanted the job. She had wanted the adventure, the new beginning that Paris represented. But now, knowing what she knew, it felt like more than just an opportunity—it felt like a reminder of the life Kabir had given her.
But what did she want now? She couldn't simply take this job and return to the life Kabir had built for her. Not without considering everything—the choices she had made, the woman she was becoming.
The next few days were a blur. She debated whether to take the offer, if it would mean accepting Kabir's influence once more. But somewhere deep down, she realized this decision was about more than just Kabir or the job. It was about taking control of her own destiny, no matter where it led.
Meanwhile, Kabir's world had become increasingly quiet. After their emotional farewell, he had thrown himself into his work—managing his family business, overseeing operations across multiple cities, but something was missing. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, that he was still waiting for Roshni to return, even though he had let her go.
His days passed in a blur of meetings and decisions, but his thoughts kept drifting back to her. He had done everything in his power to give her the space she needed, but it didn't stop him from wondering if she was truly happy, if she was really finding herself or if she was still carrying the weight of their past with her.
Kabir knew he couldn't force his way back into her life—he had promised her that much. But he had a feeling that her path and his were still intertwined in ways neither of them fully understood.
Weeks later, a message appeared on Kabir's phone. It was from Roshni. He hesitated before opening it, unsure of what it meant.
"I've been offered the job in Paris. I'm thinking about taking it. I want to make this decision for myself, but I wanted to share it with you first."
Kabir sat still for a moment, reading the message over and over. His heart raced. He knew this was the next chapter in her life, and it hurt knowing that he couldn't be the one to shape it. But he had to respect her decision. He had always wanted her to be happy—whatever that happiness looked like.
He quickly typed out a response.
"I'm proud of you, Roshni. Whatever you choose, I'm here for you. Always."
He sent the message, his thumb hovering over the screen for a moment longer before he set the phone down. He knew this was the right thing, the only thing he could do. And somehow, despite the ache in his chest, he felt at peace with it.
Roshni stared at Kabir's message, her heart fluttering. It was brief, but it spoke volumes. She had never doubted his love, but in that moment, she felt a profound sense of relief. He wasn't holding her back anymore. He was letting her go with love, with grace.
As the days went by, she finally made her decision. Paris would be her next step. She had always dreamed of living there, of experiencing the world on her own terms. This was her chance to build the life she wanted—one that wasn't defined by anyone else's expectations.
And as she boarded the plane, her heart was full. She wasn't leaving Kabir behind; she was taking the lessons he had taught her with her. Love, freedom, respect. She would carry those with her wherever she went.
But as the plane soared into the sky, she couldn't help but wonder—was this truly the end? Or was this just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives? Only time would tell.
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