EPILOGUE

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Life took us all in different directions. Ishika pursued her passion for art in New York, Aarav delved into the world of business, and Nidhi followed her dreams in fashion design. As for me, I embarked on a journey into psychology at Stanford.

Despite the distance and time, memories of Rohan lingered, his name echoing faintly in the corridors of my mind. But try as I might, I couldn't find a trace of him. Social media searches yielded no results, and none of our friends seemed to know where he'd gone.

Perhaps Rohan had ventured onto his own path, carving out his destiny in ways unknown to us. As life carried us forward, his presence faded into the background, a nostalgic chapter in the story of our youth.

Yet, the lessons learned, the friendships forged, and the first flutter of a young heart's affection remained cherished souvenirs, etched forever in the tapestry of our lives. And though Rohan's whereabouts remained a mystery, the spark he ignited within me would forever illuminate the path of my journey ahead.

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