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You guys aren't going to like this but....

Twelve years later.

"Are you sure this was the address?" Om asked as he looked at the house in front of them. "Yes, I have the pictures of the letter that bhaiya have written." They got out of their car and took their shades off.

"I can't believe we're back in the town." Om asked looking around. "Do you feel the familiarity?" Rudra asked. Om shook his head. "Absolutely not."

Rudra looked at the name plate at the door. Om came behind him swatting at his head. "Ouch what was that for?" Rudra whined holding the back of his head. "If we're at wrong house then the advance payment." Om retorted. "Not fair O. Have I ever hit for playing pranks on?" Rudra asked him pouting. Om merely arched his eyebrows and Rudra looked away. "I mean yes—but only a few times."

"It's cold." Rudra whined rubbing his hands to keep them warm. "How did we used to live here?" Om rolled his eyes. "You do realise that we're standing at someone's door bickering?"

"Point." Rudra nodded. He rang the doorbell and waited. And waited. A few minutes later an old lady emerged. She looked at them carefully. "Mrs. Trivedi?" She shook her head.

"They're not at home. You can come later." And the door was shut on their faces. "Rude." Rudra muttered.

"Well, since we have already reached. Why don't we visit our old home?" Om suggested, "I was thinking the same." Rudra agreed and they drove off to their home.

Rudra's phone rang.

"Shivaay bhaiya?" The siblings eyes widened.

"Yes, bhaiya?"

"How's the trip going?" He heard his brother's voice from the other side. Rudra gulped. He had lied.

"Everything's good, bhaiya." He lied. Om raised an eyebrow. "Where did you reach?" He asked. Rudra turned to face Om, who was checking his phone. He flipped the screen pointing to the location.

"We reached Satara, bhaiya." Rudra lied looking at his phone. "Really? Your last location showed me Manali." And the brothers knew they were done for. The call was hung up.

"Are you sure what we are doing is right? We don't even know if she remembers us or not?" Om smiled. "She remembers. I can assure you that." Rudra arched an eyebrow.

"Quite sure aren't you?" He asked.

"You're still young. You wouldn't understand."

"You're only two years older than me." And Om flicked his forehead.

Shivaay pursed his lips in annoyance. They never listen to him anymore. He had warned them not to go there. But will they listen? No! They could have told him the truth. But what they were doing there? What are they up to?

Manali....

The city where it all began. His childhood was spent there. The most important part of his life was spent there. And the most beautiful too; probably a little tragic but he was now past that. All past the tragedies, he had learnt to look at the things with the different perspective now.

All beautiful things hold the little tragedy to it. His friendship did too. There was no doubt that was the part of his life he cherished so much.

Life has changed for him. And he had to. For good or bad, it was something out of contemplation. He knew he had come back stronger. But at what cost? He lost her. He pushed her away.

He ran a hand through his hair. He returned to India just a year ago. Taking over the business that was left abandoned by his family. Thankfully they still owned forty percent shares of the company.

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