A soft radiance spread in every direction.
The air carried a strange, weightless peace—free from noise, free from sorrow.
Yash held Jesmine's hand.
There was no fear in his touch now.
No urgency.
No trembling uncertainty.
"Are you sad?" Yash asked gently.
Jesmine shook her head.
"No. There was pain… but not anymore. Just one regret—we weren't given more time."
Yash's voice was calm, steady.
"Time was taken from us. But love wasn't."
Jesmine rested her head on his shoulder.
"This time… no one can separate us, right?"
Yash looked ahead at the endless glow before them.
"In this world of no return, it's just us. No walls. No rules. No barriers."
Jesmine closed her eyes for a moment, letting the quiet surround her.
"And if we're born again?"
Yash smiled softly.
"Then I'll find you again. By the same river."
The distant light began to grow brighter—warmer—inviting.
Side by side, they started walking toward it.
Slowly.
Silently.
But with a love that felt complete.