The van, affectionately dubbed The Second Chance, rumbled northward through the Scottish countryside. The open road stretched before Aarav like a blank canvas, waiting for the colors of passion and hope.
At a windswept cliff overlooking a turbulent sea, Meera and Aarav finally met. In that charged moment, with salty winds tangling their hair and the roar of the ocean echoing their heartbeat, Meera produced a worn piece of paper. On it, she had sketched a new map—one that charted not just roads and railways, but the hidden paths of the heart.
"Where to next?" she asked softly, her eyes alight with a mixture of fear and exhilaration.
Aarav took her hand, intertwining their futures with every gentle squeeze. "Wherever we choose," he replied. "Let's write a story that belongs only to us."