Rekindled | ✓

NOTE : It's a sequel to "Lost" and cannot be read as a standalone.

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"Are there any stars?" She inquires and he doesn't understand what she meant.

There were no stars.

"Can you see the moon up there?" She continues.

There was no moon.

"It's dark." Ayansh replies when he sees her waiting for his response.

Inaaya turns her gaze to him, a peculiar look swimming in her eyes. "Exactly."

Ayansh looks back at her, more confusion getting painted over his face.

"It's dark. No stars, no moon, nothing." Inaaya adds solemnly. "That's how we're and that's how things between us stand. I trusted you and you broke it and that's the end. There's no hope or light here. All there ever will be around is despair."

Ayansh listens to her and after a moment, carefully, takes a step ahead and a slight relief washes over him when she doesn't flinch. "Look up again." He whispers and after a little reluctance, she follows.

"Surely it's dark," he says as she watches the sky ardently. "But it doesn't promise to be dark forever," he murmurs lowly and her heart thuds against her ribcage at the determination his voice held. "It's dark today but tomorrow? Maybe tomorrow, there will be stars and the moon too. Maybe tomorrow, you can see the light and the hope too. Maybe tomorrow, the despair would fade away."

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That's the thing about soulmates; they always find a way to each other. ALWAYS.

Ayansh Mehra and Inaaya Rai were a little naive, a little foolish in love but oh, they were so in love and it would be a shame if they couldn't find their way back to each other, to the arms they belong, to their HOME.