Until I Found You

Final Chapter

In the bustling ambiance of a Delhi exhibition, three years had woven new chapters into the lives of Priya and Ram. Priya, now a special guest at the event, stood amidst the vibrant displays, her presence commanding attention.

Unbeknownst to Priya, Ram, accompanied by his friends, entered the exhibition grounds. The ebb and flow of the crowd guided them through the myriad exhibits until, by serendipity or fate, their paths crossed. Ram, catching sight of Priya, felt a twinge of nostalgia and curiosity, prompting him to approach.

As Priya immersed herself in the exhibition, the air crackled with unspoken history. Ram, amidst the hustle and bustle.

Ram found himself captivated by a poignant image titled "Longing For Love." The visual narrative depicted two lovers standing on separate pieces of the world, their outstretched hands reaching for each other in a desperate attempt to bridge the vast expanse between them.

As Ram stood before the artwork, an immediate connection forged between the portrayal and his own experiences. The symbolism resonated with the echoes of his past, mirroring the distance that had once separated him from Priya. Time seemed to freeze as he lingered there, lost in contemplation, the emotions stirred by the artwork mirroring the complexities that had marked his own journey of love and longing.

Amidst the flurry of fans seeking autographs, Priya's curiosity got the better of her. Excusing herself from the crowd, she made her way towards the person who seemed captivated by the artwork. As she approached, she couldn't help but notice that his back was turned to her.

With a gentle tone, she inquired, "What did you find so interesting about this picture?" The sound of her voice resonated through the air, reaching the ears of the intrigued observer. In that moment, as he turned around, Priya and Ram found themselves caught in a sudden stillness, their eyes meeting in a startled exchange that held the weight of unspoken histories and the currents of a connection that time had both tested and preserved.

The echo of shared memories lingered, and the exhibition became a canvas for unspoken stories, as the past and present collided in the heart of Delhi.

As the exhibition neared its end, the once vibrant hallway dwindled to a quiet space occupied by a handful of staff members and participants. Ram, true to Priya's request, lingered in a corner, waiting patiently.

After collecting her belongings, Priya approached Ram, a mixture of apprehension and sincerity in her eyes. "I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you earlier," she admitted, explaining her organizer's interruption. Ram, understanding, stood up and responded, "Let's go and talk somewhere else if you want." The quiet hallway became a canvas for their unspoken dialogue, and as they moved away from the remnants of the exhibition, a new space awaited for the exchange of words that had been held back for too long.

Stepping outside the exhibition, Priya, still unfamiliar with the city, turned to Ram with a question about a nice nearby place. Without missing a beat, Ram suggested his apartment, a suggestion that momentarily unsettled Priya. Quick to perceive her hesitation, Ram reassured, "If you don't want to, we can find another place."

A subtle chuckle escaped Priya's lips as she decided to go with the apartment plan. "Sure, let's go. I can meet Alisha as well," she said with a smile. Together, they booked a cab, the anticipation of a conversation long overdue hanging in the air as the city's lights welcomed the beginning of a chapter that fate seemed to unfold.

As Ram unlocked the door to his apartment, a moment of confusion washed over Priya. "Isn't she inside?" she asked, referring to Alisha. Ram, nonchalantly, responded, "Who?"

Priya, somewhat taken aback, exclaimed, "Oh, come on, Ram, your wife." As he opened the door, he casually dropped a revelation that left Priya astounded. "We got divorced a year back," he stated, walking inside. The door closed behind him, and he turned to face Priya, who, with a face of surprise, couldn't help but ask, "When? And why?" The air in the room thickened with the weight of untold stories, waiting to unfold.