Amidst the tense silence, Ken finally spoke up—
> "Alright, Sejal.
If freedom is what you want from me, then I will set you free.
I won't say a word to your family.
But I have one request…
Please don't try to remain friends with me, Sejal."
Those words hit Sejal like a storm.
Her heart ached in ways she hadn't prepared for.
Ken wasn't just anyone—he was her childhood companion, her best friend, the one who stood by her through every storm, every tear, every failure. The same Ken who had protected her from everything… was now quietly walking away.
But what else could Ken do?
Sejal wasn't happy with him.
And how could he keep her chained in a relationship she didn't want?
Without another word, Ken quietly turned and walked out of Harry's house.
Sejal watched him go with a lump in her throat, but she didn't stop him.
After a moment of silence, Harry turned to both Sejal and Dean.
> "You two should get married as soon as possible," he said calmly.
"If the family finds out anything, I'll handle it. Don't worry."
And exactly one week later, Sejal and Dean signed the court marriage papers.
They started living together—finally as husband and wife.
This new beginning felt nothing short of a dream.
In every small moment, they discovered new shades of each other.
In the warmth of true love, their days began to bloom again—softly, deeply, peacefully.
Meanwhile, something new was unfolding in Harry's life too.
He had recently been speaking with a girl from his office.
A few casual conversations had slowly turned into something more meaningful.
Eventually, Harry proposed to her—and both families had already connected over a video call.
But amidst all this joy, one truth still remained hidden.
No one—not Dean's family, not Sejal's—knew about their marriage.
Their love, though bound by a lifelong promise, was still a secret chapter...
One that they were holding close to their hearts.
But how long can love stay hidden?
How long before the world demands to know?
To be continued…