Years passed.
Aarav became successful, respected, admired.
But every achievement felt empty.
Then came the phone call.
Elena was dying.
In the hospital, she looked fragile, but her smile was familiar.
"I always knew you loved me," she whispered.
"I just needed to hear it once."
Aarav held her hand, tears falling silently.
He wanted to give her the letter.
But before courage arrived—
Elena was gone.