The next morning, Ishaan went to meet Arjun.
To his surprise, Arjun wasn’t just staying at the resort—he owned it.
Ishaan walked into the private lounge, where Arjun was waiting for him.
For a long moment, they just stared at each other.
One man was Arohi’s past. The other was her present.
Finally, Ishaan spoke.
“I’m Ishaan,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “Arohi’s husband. She just told me everything that happened between you two.”
Arjun’s expression remained unreadable. “I figured.”
Ishaan clenched his fists, trying to keep his emotions in check. “What happened to you? How are you alive?”
Arjun sighed and looked away, as if gathering his thoughts.
“I was saved by the locals,” he finally said. “When my parachute failed, I crashed into the forest. I was badly injured, unconscious for months. By the time I woke up, I had no memory of who I was.”
Ishaan’s jaw tightened.
“I was in a coma, Ishaan,” Arjun continued. “It took me a long time to recover. And when I finally remembered Arohi… she was gone. I searched for her, but there was nothing. No trace of where she had gone, no way to contact her. I had lost everything.”
Ishaan exhaled sharply. He could feel the weight of Arjun’s words, the pain of losing years of his life.
But that didn’t change the reality.
Arohi had moved on. She had married him.
Arjun met Ishaan’s gaze. “I’m sorry for what happened yesterday. I never wanted to shock her like that.”
Then, his voice softened.
“But I need to talk to her. She deserves an explanation. Please.”
Ishaan felt a pang of unease deep in his chest.
For the first time, he felt something he had never felt before.
Fear.
Fear that he might lose Arohi.
Because no matter how much she tried to move on…
Arjun was the love of her life. And now, he was back.