Some love stories don't end. They unravel. Meerab Ahmed knew walking into that party was a mistake. The weight of a hundred stares, the whispers curling in the air like smoke - she should have turned back. But pride is a fickle thing, and she was never one to back down. And then she saw him. Murtasim Khan. Her past. Her once-upon-a-time. Her almost-forever. Standing tall, unshaken, dressed in power and silk. By his side? The woman he was supposed to marry. It should have been fine. She should have been fine. Except nothing about them was ever that simple. Because love like theirs never truly dies - it lingers, waiting to be reignited or reduced to ash. And when fate throws them together once more, in the hush of a storm-soaked night, they are left with a choice: walk away for good... or surrender to the fire that never really burned out. A story of love, longing, and the ache of what-ifs - Phir Le Aaya Dil is a second-chance romance that asks: Can you ever really outrun the love that was meant for you?

An alternate ending for Mein based on my perceptions and opinions about the show