Closure

Epilogue

Three years later, on a warm spring afternoon, Abhi and Akshu lay comfortably on a soft blanket beneath a sprawling tree in the city park. Their twins—little Abhir, with his bright, curious eyes, and giggling Aira, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny—tumbled around them, brimming with boundless energy. The park hummed with life—children laughing, birds chirping—while the family shared sandwiches and exchanged the kind of quiet smiles that only deep love can bring.

Abhi had risen to become the most sought-after cardiologist in all of Rajasthan, while Akshu steadily advanced in her career as a music therapist. Alongside her work at Birla Hospital, and with Abhi's unwavering support, she dreamed of opening a small institute focused on therapy. They were happily settled in Birla House, where life was far gentler than it had been three years ago.

Neil had found love too, and his wedding was just around the corner. While Harshavardhan and Abhi still didn't quite see eye to eye, the tension between them had eased with time. A turning point had come a year ago when Akshu, refusing to stay silent, confronted Harshavardhan after he belittled Manjiri's dream of singing. Her bold words shook his pride—and changed something in him. Since that day, he had stopped taunting Akshu and had begun treating both her and Manjiri with a newfound respect. Encouraged by Akshu's unwavering support, Manjiri returned to her passion and now taught singing at a local academy, finally living a dream long suppressed.

Meanwhile, Parth and Shifali had moved overseas for a three-year adventure, embracing change and growth. Mahima, too, had softened—especially after the birth of her grandson, Shivansh. Letting go of her insistence that Parth join the Birla Hospital, she and Anand now doted on the little one with every coo and giggle, their hearts wrapped around him. As for Nishtha, she was flourishing at Delhi University, confidently stepping into her independence and carving her own path.

Back at Akshu's home, the Goenkas were doing well too. Arohi, now kinder and more understanding, was preparing for an arranged marriage to a businessman chosen by Manish. Soon, she'd be moving to Jaipur, stepping into a new chapter of her life. Kairav, reunited with a college friend from two years ago, had settled down with her, and they were expecting their first baby, due in just two months.

All these lives, with their twists and turns, were woven together into a rich tapestry of family and love—imperfect, evolving, but unmistakably theirs. 

Watching Akshu chase after their twins, laughter ringing clear in the warm air, Abhi felt a deep calm settle within him. This one woman had come into his life like a miracle, slowly unraveling the knots that had long troubled his heart.

Both Abhi and Akshu carried scars from their childhood, but coming together had begun to heal those wounds. Arohi's newfound kindness toward Akshu and Manjiri's pursuit of her passion had eased their pain. And though the shadows of the past still lingered, they no longer held any power over them.

Akshu finally came back to the blanket, breathless and laughing. "These two are a handful. Where do they get so much energy from?"

Abhi teased, "You're tired with just two? But I remember you wanted to start with three. Imagine if we had triplets instead of twins."

Akshu shot him a glare just as she heard a sudden sob. She turned to see Aira sitting in the grass, tears streaming down her cheeks, while Abhir dashed away clutching her beloved stuffed bunny.

"Abhir!" Akshu called out sharply.

Abhi chuckled, rising to help his beloved wife rein in their mischievous children.

And in that perfect, fleeting moment—wrapped in chaos, laughter, and love—they weren't chasing happily ever after. They were already living it.