The house fell silent.Not a breath.Not a whisper.
Jenny held Sita in her arms, calling her name again and again
but Sita did not respond.
Her heartbeat had faded like a distant drum.
Her face, still warm, carried a faint smile as if she had finally met him in her dreams… one last time.
The letter lay open beside her, soaked in her tears.A testament to love unfinished, yet eternal.
News spread like wildfire.The woman who wrote to a soldier across borders.The woman who waited, loved, and died with his name on her lips.
Sita's funeral was held under the same neem tree where she once read his letters aloud.The sky mourned quietly, clouds covering the sun like a mother's shawl draping her child.
Afreen, still too young to understand the weight of what she carried, stood near Jenny.She clutched Ram's letter to her chest, unable to stop crying.
Jenny knelt beside her, whispering, "They were meant to find each other. Maybe not here, not now… but somewhere."
That night, a rare silence fell across the town.
And somewhere far away, in a dark, cold prison cell beyond borders, Ram weak, starved, bruised leaned his head against the stone wall.
He hadn't eaten in days. He hadn't slept in peace for longer.
He looked up, and for the first time in weeks…
He saw her.
Not in flesh, not in dream but something between.
Sita stood, in white, glowing faintly, her hand reaching out.Her eyes weren't sad they were proud.
Ram, half-lost to pain, smiled.
"Sita…" he whispered.
She didn't speak. Just nodded.
And then… she was gone.
Ram's body slumped.But his face held peace.Because he knew.
They'd met again.