Author's POV
After bidding farewell, they all caught their flights and flew to their destinations. A new phase of their lives had begun. They would have to start again from the beginning—new friends, new homes, new places. But nothing would ever be quite the same.
Iaa's POV
"I finally landed in London," I thought, dragging my suitcase behind me. "I already miss them." I shook my head with a faint smile. "Iaa, if you're already missing them now, what's going to happen after some time? But I do wonder what they're doing… especially my clumsy side, Aravali."
I sent a message in our group chat: Arrived 👍 before walking out of the airport. When I reached my new apartment, I unpacked my clothes, took a deep breath, and decided to head out to look for a part-time job. A new place meant a new routine—and I was ready to build one.
Aravali's POV
I walked out of the New York airport and took a deep breath of fresh air. "Yes! A new start! I LOVE YOU, NEW YORK!" I shouted, earning a few stares, but I didn't care. The city felt alive, and so did I.
I checked my phone and saw Iaa's message. Quickly, I typed back: Me too! Almost instantly, she replied: Be aware of your surroundings. We're not there to protect you from silly things like a stone.
I laughed. But as if on cue, while reading her text, I tripped over a stone and fell flat on my face. Groaning, I got up, brushed off my clothes, and looked around. Thankfully, no one had seen that humiliating moment. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," I muttered as I texted her back before hopping into a cab that would take me to my apartment. New York—please be kind to your clumsiest resident.
Sita's POV
I walked out of the airport with main character energy, flipping my hair dramatically. "Yes, South Korea—my dreamland," I whispered to myself. "Oh, I'm in love already. Oh, those handsome boys—"
I mentally slapped myself. "Sita, what are you doing? You're here to focus on your passion!" I took a deep breath and smiled. "Okay, let's go~ But first, let me message my girls."
I saw that both Iaa and Aravali had already arrived. I quickly typed: Same here! All the best, guys. LOVE 💖 With that, I grabbed my luggage, humming under my breath, and walked toward my apartment, ready to begin this new chapter of my life.
Shiva's POV
I arrived in Manchester, and it was beautiful. The city had this mix of old charm and new energy that made me instantly fall in love with it. I was still admiring the streets when someone suddenly bumped into me.
I almost fell, but instinct kicked in, and I grabbed the stranger by his collar, pulling him down with me. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground, and he was on top of me.
He was tall, muscular, with hazel eyes and a sharp jawline. His black T-shirt and grey sweatpants somehow made him look annoyingly good. Before I could stare too long, I snapped out of it, shoved him lightly, and got back on my feet, regaining my composure.
"Are you blind, mister?" I snapped, glaring at him.
"Sorry, miss. Didn't see ya," he said casually before walking away.
The nerve.
"I'm freaking 5 foot 8! How do you not see a tall human being standing in front of you? Ughh!" I muttered to myself, brushing it off. "Whatever, Shiva, don't ruin your best day."
I opened my phone and saw that the girls had already texted about their arrivals. I typed quickly: Arrived! ✈️ Then I grabbed my bag and took a bus to my apartment, pretending the airport incident never happened.
Author's POV
A month passed since they had all flown away to their new lives. The four girls were finally settling into their routines. New cities. New people. New beginnings. Everything was going fine—almost too fine.
They were no longer the same girls who left Maajaan. Each of them had grown in their own way. But no matter how busy their days got, every night before sleeping, they would open their group chat and send a small text—just to make sure everyone was okay.
Iaa's POV
One month in London, and I was finally adjusting. Mornings in college, evenings at my part-time café job, and nights sketching by the window. London was busy, noisy, and colder than I expected. But somehow, I liked it.
I had made a few friends—Rina, who studied photography, and Ethan, who sat next to me in design class. We often went to art galleries together, sharing quiet laughs and ideas.
Everything was normal… almost.
Except my hands.
That faint golden glow still appeared sometimes, usually when I got emotional or lost in my drawings. I wore gloves most of the time now—said it was for "style." No one questioned it. But I could feel it. That same warmth from Maajaan. That same whisper deep inside.
One night, as I stared at my latest sketch—a glowing circle surrounded by wings—my phone buzzed.Aravali: "Hey genius, your clumsy side is alive and well 😎. How's London?"Iaa: "Peaceful. You didn't trip again, right?"Aravali: "Not yet. But give me five minutes."I smiled softly. Yeah, some things never change.
Aravali's POV
New York was loud. Too loud. But somehow, it suited me perfectly.
My fashion classes were amazing, and the city gave me inspiration everywhere I looked—neon lights, graffiti walls, street art. I had joined a small tech workshop too, working part-time as an assistant designer.
My roommate, Jenny, was loud and cheerful, just like Shiva. She called me "the Indian tech witch" after I fixed her broken speaker using a safety pin and a charger wire.
Life was fast. But in a good way. Still, at night, when I turned off the lights, my devices sometimes flickered for no reason. My phone would glow even when it was off. I brushed it off as voltage issues. But deep down, I wasn't sure.
I missed them—especially Iaa. It was weird, not having her around to scold me for tripping every ten minutes.
Sita's POV
Korea was everything I dreamed of—and more. The streets buzzed with music and color. My college was lively, and everyone was incredibly talented.
I had already performed twice on stage, and people had started recognizing me. My dance partner, Jiho, said I had "main character energy." I laughed, but secretly, I liked it.
My part-time job at a small café helped too. I sang there in the evenings, and the customers loved it. Still, sometimes when I performed, I felt strange chills—like someone unseen was watching from the crowd. Maybe it was nerves. Maybe not.
Shiva's POV
Manchester life was no joke. Classes, work, assignments—it was all crazy busy. But I was surviving.
And yeah, I had friends now—Emily and Zara from my business class. We usually studied together at the campus café. Everything was great… until he appeared.
Dev.
The same guy from the airport—the tall one with the stupidly perfect jawline and even stupider eyes. Turns out, he was in my college. Not just that—he was the most popular guy here. Rich, confident, everyone's favorite. And of course, my new rival.
It started with a group project. He wanted to take the lead. So did I. Words were said. Maybe a few pencils were thrown. Now, the whole class shipped us as "rivals with chemistry." I hated it. Totally. (Maybe.)
Still, I couldn't help but notice the way he looked at me when I was explaining something. It was annoying. But… interesting.
That night, I texted the group chat:Shiva: "Met that airport guy again. Turns out he's my classmate. Ugh."Iaa: "Oh no, not enemies to lovers."Aravali: "Plot twist unlocked 😂."Sita: "Tell him to sponsor us with his rich money 😭."
I rolled my eyes, smiling. I missed these idiots. But as I laughed, a cold breeze slipped through the window. My light flickered. I froze for a second… then shook it off. Probably nothing. Probably.
Author's POV
They didn't know it yet, but Maajaan wasn't done with them. Distance couldn't break their bond—it only stretched it, tied together by something unseen.
And slowly, from across the oceans, something old began to stir again.