*A Wedding Invitation*
A few months passed. Life was smooth. Rohit was thriving at his job,
enjoying his rides, and finally living without the weight of the past.
Then, an unexpected envelope arrived at his desk.
A wedding invitation.Arav & Ananya.
Siya, sitting across from him, raised an eyebrow. "You gonna go?"
Rohit smirked. "Why not? I've got no grudges left."
*A Bittersweet Celebration*
At the wedding, the atmosphere was grand but formal. Everything looked
perfect—but perfection doesn't always mean happiness.
Arav was charming, Ananya looked stunning, but Rohit could sense
it—their smiles weren't entirely real.
When he congratulated them, Ananya avoided his gaze. Arav, however,
shook his hand firmly.
"No hard feelings?" Arav asked.
Rohit chuckled. "None. You got what you wanted. I got what I needed."
*A Final Proposal*
Later that night, Siya and Rohit stood outside, looking at the city
skyline.
Siya, holding a glass of wine, turned to him. "So… I have a question."
Rohit raised an eyebrow. "Shoot."
She smirked. "You ever thought about staying in one place? Settling
down?"
He exhaled. "Not really."
She tilted her head. "Even if it's with me?"
Rohit looked at her, amused. "You're seriously asking me that?"
Siya smiled. "What? I like you. You're not like the men I've known
before. And for the first time, I feel like someone actually
understands me, not just my money."
Rohit sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Siya… I like you too.
But I'm not ready."
She didn't look disappointed—just understanding. "Because of trust?" He shook his head. "Because I don't want my happiness to depend on
someone else again."
She sipped her wine. "Fair enough."
Then she smirked. "But if you ever change your mind?"
He chuckled. "I'll know who to call."
*The Final Ride*
As the wedding ended, Rohit walked to his Duke 1390, fastening his
helmet.
Siya watched him. "Where to now?"
He grinned. "Anywhere I want."
She laughed. "Then take care, Rider Boy."
Rohit revved the engine, feeling nothing but peace.
No anger. No regrets. No bitterness.
Just him, his bike, and the road ahead.
With a final glance at the past, he sped off, blazing into the
night—towards a future he would shape on his own terms.
The End