The Udaipur skyline sparkled in the distance, all city lights and stilled chaos. A breeze carried the faint scent of night jasmine. The balcony doors were open, letting the moonlight spill across the ivory couch where Reeva lay curled, her legs draped across Trisha's lap.
Trisha sat wordlessly, her fingertips tracing soft, absent-minded shapes along Reeva's shin. Letters, maybe. Or a language only the two of them could understand. Her eyes were distant—not cold, but still catching up to her own happiness, like she hadn't quite accepted it could stay.
Reeva turned a page in her book, then paused. She looked up, her voice a gentle poke.
Reeva:"You still suck at vulnerability, by the way."
Trisha didn't flinch. Just smiled slightly, eyes still trained somewhere over Reeva's head.
Trisha:"Yeah. But you make it easier."
There was no need for theatrics anymore. No walls. Just air and warmth.
Reeva (softly teasing):"Do I now?"
Trisha (meeting her gaze):"I still don't know how to do the perfect love story thing. You know… all the timelines and labels and sunset metaphors."
Reeva (closing her book with a soft snap):"Good. I don't want perfect. I want honest."
Trisha's hand paused. Rested. And then started moving again—this time with intention, drawing a slow circle just above Reeva's ankle.
No more pretending this was casual. No more lying to themselves.
They didn't need to speak for a while after that.
They were just… being.
[Neev Kitchen Island – Midnight]
Steam curled from mugs of chamomile tea. The marble island glowed under the dim kitchen pendant lights. Yashika sat sideways on a barstool, legs folded under her, scrolling idly through her phone. Tanvi stood across from her, stirring her own mug before sliding one gently toward Yashika.
Tanvi:"Tea. No thanks required. Your sarcasm is thanks enough."
Yashika didn't look up immediately.
Yashika (grinning):"They're soft now. It's weird. Like… where's the drama? The cold war? The death stares that could set the curtains on fire?"
Tanvi (resting her chin in her hand):"Gone. Traded in for shared playlists and forehead kisses."
Yashika chuckled, finally meeting Tanvi's eyes—and something lingered there. Something unsaid, but loud in the silence.
Yashika (teasing):"You've been watching them too much."
Tanvi (smirking):"Maybe I like watching people fall in love."
Yashika (raising an eyebrow):"Oh yeah? You a romance expert now?"
Tanvi (playfully cocky):"Better. I'm a front-row spectator. With VIP passes."
Yashika took a sip of her tea, but her gaze didn't drop.
Yashika (mock-offended):"Okay but like… are you gonna flirt or make me say something first?"
Tanvi (leaning in, quiet):"Depends. Would you say yes if I asked you out for dinner? Just us?"
Yashika's breath caught—just for a second.
Yashika (grinning, but a little shy):"Yeah. I would."
Their fingers brushed as they reached for the same spoon. Neither of them moved away.
[Back to Trisha & Reeva – Bedroom]
They weren't wrapped around each other this time. No tangled limbs or gasped apologies.
They were lying side by side, shoulders touching. A hush had settled over them. A peace they hadn't earned easily, but one they now cradled with care.
Trisha stared at the ceiling, her voice slow and thoughtful.
Trisha:"Reeva Khanna, you scare the hell out of me."
Reeva smiled—eyes still closed, voice laced with mischief.
Reeva:"Good. That means I matter."
Trisha turned her head to look at her. Everything about Reeva was softer now—but strong too. A woman who knew what she deserved.
Trisha (quieter):"You do. More than I knew. More than I wanted to admit. When I was gone… I missed you every damn second. I just didn't think I was allowed to say that out loud."
Reeva (finally opening her eyes):"You are. I want you to. No games, Trisha. Just this."
Trisha reached over. Tucked a strand of hair behind Reeva's ear. Let her hand linger there.
Trisha:"I'm here now. No more running."
Reeva (whispering):"Then stay."
Their lips met—not with fire, but with a softness that felt more intimate than anything they'd ever done. It was slow. Certain. A vow.
From the hallway, the door was cracked open just slightly.
Arjun stood there with a hand over his heart, dramatically whispering to no one:
Arjun (grinning):"And the gay gods deliver… Amen."
He turned around and walked away quietly, giving the girls their moment.
Inside, two CEOs, two powerhouses, lay in bed.
This time… together.