That last bench in the library had always belonged to Aryan. The scent of Sameeksha's 100 days of sketches still lingered in the dust. Aryan sat there, held Sameeksha's hand, and Sameeksha hugged her black diary to her chest. Their journey, which began with "Golu," had reached "Forever."
But standing at a distance, Vikram, once the library's coolest basketball player, felt like a broken lens. He had presented the truth about Aryan's father in a false way, but now he knew he was a real hero.