Two years ago, Arjun and Mia had walked away from each other with heavy hearts.
They loved deeply, but misunderstandings, family pressure, and immature fights slowly pulled them apart. On their last day together, neither of them cried. They just stood there, pretending they were strong, while their hearts shattered silently.
Life moved on—or at least it pretended to.
Arjun buried himself in work. Nights were quiet, but his mind was always loud with memories of Mia's smile, her voice, the way she used to say his name.
Mia tried to heal too. She smiled more, talked less about love, but every song, every rainy evening reminded her of him.
Two years passed.
One evening, fate played its favorite game.
At a small café near the old street they once loved, Arjun looked up—and there she was.
Mia.
Standing just a few feet away.
For a moment, time stopped.
Their eyes met, and all the pain, love, anger, and longing rushed back at once. No words came out. Just soft smiles filled with unsaid emotions.
"Hi," Mia finally said.
"Hi," Arjun replied, his voice shaking.
They talked for hours. About life. About mistakes. About how breaking up never really meant stopping loving each other. They realized that time hadn't erased their love—it had only matured it.
This time, they didn't rush.
They chose each other—slowly, clearly, bravely.
Months later, under the warm light of a simple wedding ceremony, Arjun held Mia's hand and whispered,
"We lost our way once, but love brought us back."
Mia smiled with tears in her eyes.
"Yes," she said, "this time, forever."
And after two years of distance, their hearts finally came home—to each other.
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