Aarav's heart pounded as the clock ticked closer to midnight. The air in the tower seemed alive, electric with possibility.
Riya stood a few steps away, her eyes still empty of recognition, yet he could feel the faintest pull between them.
"I know this is impossible," Aarav whispered. "But our love… it's real. Please, trust me."
Her gaze softened slightly, as if sensing something familiar. But fear held her back.
Suddenly, the clock struck midnight. The tower shook. Light swirled around them, blinding and intense. Time was no longer linear—it bent, twisted, and screamed.
Aarav took a deep breath, ignoring the pain in his chest. He reached for Riya's hand, his fingers brushing hers.
"Remember me," he pleaded, tears streaming down his face.
For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then—a flicker. Her eyes widened. Recognition.
"Ar… Aarav?" she whispered, voice trembling.
"Yes!" he cried. "It's me! I promise, I'll never let go!"
The wind calmed. The tower settled. The world felt whole again.