A few months later—
The project was a success.
Bigger than expected.
Better than planned.
And this time—
No one questioned Anika Kapoor.
Because she had proved everything.
Her work.
Her strength.
Her place.
Inside the office—
Things had changed.
But not in a bad way.
They were still professional.
Still focused.
Still strong.
But now—
There was no distance.
No confusion.
No fear.
Just understanding.
Respect.
And love.
One evening—
On the same terrace where everything had begun—
Anika stood, looking at the city lights.
"You come here a lot," Arman said behind her.
She smiled.
"You follow me a lot."
He stepped beside her.
"Habit."
A soft silence.
Then—
He turned toward her.
Serious.
But calm.
"I have a question."
She raised an eyebrow.
"That sounds dangerous."
"It is."
A small pause.
"Stay with me."
She looked at him.
Confused.
"I already am."
He shook his head slightly.
"No… not like this."
And then—
He took her hand.
"For real."
Her breath caught.
"No complications."
"No hiding."
"No conditions."
His voice softened—
"Just… us."
Silence.
Tears filled her eyes.
But she smiled.
"You're really bad at formal proposals."
He smirked slightly.
"You're still saying yes."
She stepped closer.
"I was always going to."
And just like that—
Everything came full circle.
From hate…
To almost…
To love…
Not planned.
Not perfect.
But real.
And as she leaned into him—
Under the same sky where it all began—
One truth remained—
Some stories aren't written by choice…
They happen—
By chance.
The end....