In the darkness of the night, the city's shimmering lights stretched out like a vast ocean. Sitting on the edge of the towering building's rooftop, Vihaan ran his fingers over the cold metal, a stark contrast to the city's warmth. He gazed at the deep sky filled with stars, twinkling like forgotten memories.
A soft sound broke his train of thought—the rhythmic tap-tap of approaching footsteps.
"Vihaan," a voice called out, piercing through the silence of the night.
Without turning, he smiled and said, "How are you, my friend Aarav?"
From the shadows, Aarav's presence slowly emerged. He stopped a few steps away, his eyes narrowing with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Since when did I become your friend?" His voice was cold, but beneath it lay the sting of unresolved questions from years past. "Where have you been all this time? And why now?"
Vihaan smirked mischievously. "Oh, Aarav, don't pretend you don't know why I called you here." He patted the empty space beside him. "Sit down. I need to ask you something."
After a moment's hesitation, Aarav walked over and sat beside him. Both of them stared at the city in silence, the air between them heavy with unspoken words.
"You remember, don't you? When it all began?" Vihaan's voice had softened, carrying a weight of unsaid emotions.
Aarav exhaled slowly, his gaze drifting far away. "Yes. From the beginning… to the end."
And with those words, the past began to unfold, pulling them back to the moment when everything had changed.