On his wedding morning, Arnav reread Meghla's old letter.
When you marry someday, look at the rain. I'll be there.
By evening, the sky turned dark.
The first drop fell as Neera stepped onto the stage.
Guests panicked. Chairs moved. Voices rose.
Neera laughed, reached for his hand, and stepped into the rain.
"Let's not keep your guest waiting," she said softly.
In that moment, Arnav knew — his past had been welcomed, not erased.
The rain felt like a blessing.