That night, a heartbroken Kunal confessed to Abir, "I still love her, Abir. I want to marry her. Even after everything."

Abir smirked despite his pain. "The sky. Last I checked, it’s free for everyone."

As Abir walked out to his balcony, he saw a figure across the lane—Mishti Maheshwari, sitting on her terrace, staring at the stars. She wasn't crying, but her face held the weight of her sister's broken dreams.

In the ensuing chaos, Abir rushed forward to help. He caught Kuhu’s wrist to steady her. For a second, their eyes met. Kuhu’s filled with tears. Abir’s filled with questions he couldn’t ask.