Agli subah bahut tez baarish ho rahi rahi thi. Sufiyan bina chhate ke gaon ki sadkon par bhatak raha tha, shayad is umeed mein ki kahin Suhaliya dikh jaye. Tabhi use ek chhota bacha mila, jisne use ek geela kaghaz (letter) diya. "Ye Suhaliya didi ne diya tha jab wo bus mein baith rahi thin," bache ne kaha. Sufiyan ne kapte hathon se khat khola. Usme likha tha: "Sufiyan, tumhara rasta aasmaan tak jata hai aur mera rasta is mitti se juda hai. Ritika tumhara gujra hua kal hai, usey apna aaj bana lo. Main tumhare sapnon ke beech nahi aana chahti. Khush rehna."
Sufiyan wahi sadak par baith gaya. Uska rona baarish ke shor mein dab gaya. Ritika door se ye sab dekh rahi thi. Usne dekha ki Sufiyan us khat ko apne kaleje se lagaye hue hai. Use pehli baar samajh aaya ki "First Love" sirf ek kahani hoti hai, lekin "True Love" wo hota hai jo aapko poora karta hai. Ritika ne apne phone se London ki ticket cancel kar di. Usne faisla kiya ki wo Sufiyan ko uski khushi wapas dilwayegi, chahe uske liye usey khud Sufiyan ki zindagi se hamesha ke liye nikalna pade.