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Years passed.
The last bench became just a memory, but not one that faded.
Riya had changed—but not completely. She was now studying Fine Arts in college, her sketchbook still her closest companion. Only now, her drawings had grown deeper, more expressive… and somewhere in almost every page, there was still a sunset.
And sometimes—without even realizing it—she drew a familiar figure standing beside another.
She never showed those pages to anyone.
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On the other side of the city, Arjun had changed too.
He was now in college, studying business, still charming, still social—but not quite the same. He laughed, joked, made new friends… but something always felt missing.
Sometimes, while watching the evening sky, he would take out an old, slightly worn sketch.
A sunset.
A tree.
Two people standing close together.
He had kept it all these years.
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One day, fate quietly did its work again.
Riya’s college announced an **inter-college art exhibition**, inviting students from different colleges to participate.
She wasn’t sure at first.
“Riya, you *have* to participate!” her friend insisted. “Your drawings are amazing.”
After some hesitation, she agreed.
She chose her best theme: **“Moments That Stay.”**
And of course… it included sunsets.
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Meanwhile, Arjun’s college was invited to the same event.
“I’m only going because attendance matters,” he joked to his friends.
But deep down, something about it felt… different.
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The exhibition hall was crowded.
Paintings, sketches, sculptures—colors everywhere.
Riya stood quietly near her section, watching people observe her work.
“Wow… these are beautiful.”
She turned around.
For a moment, everything felt still.
Arjun.
He looked older, more mature—but the same smile, the same eyes.
“Riya?” he said softly, almost as if he wasn’t sure.
She nodded, her heart beating fast. “Arjun…”
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
Then he laughed lightly. “So… you didn’t stop drawing.”
She smiled. “And you didn’t forget.”
He held up the old sketch, slightly folded but carefully kept.
“I told you I wouldn’t.”
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They walked around the exhibition together, just like old times—talking, laughing, slowly catching up on years they had missed.
“Why didn’t you ever contact me?” Arjun asked.
Riya looked down. “I thought… maybe you moved on.”
He shook his head. “Not from everything.”
There was a pause.
This time, it wasn’t awkward—it was heavy with unspoken feelings.
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Days after the exhibition, they started meeting more often.
College canteens replaced the old classroom. Long walks replaced short conversations. But the connection—it felt the same, only deeper.
One evening, they sat on the college rooftop, watching the sunset.
“Still your favorite?” Arjun asked.
Riya nodded. “Always.”
Arjun looked at her. “You know… I’ve seen many sunsets in these years.”
“Hmm?”
“But none of them felt complete.”
Riya turned toward him slowly.
“They always felt like something—or someone—was missing.”
Her heart skipped.
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But love doesn’t always come easily.
One day, Riya saw Arjun laughing closely with another girl. They seemed comfortable… close.
A strange feeling grew inside her—something she wasn’t used to.
That night, she avoided his calls.
The next day, she kept her distance.
Finally, Arjun confronted her.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she replied.
“Riya, I know you. Something is wrong.”
She hesitated, then said quietly, “You seemed… happy with her.”
Arjun looked confused for a second—then smiled.
“You mean Neha? She’s just a classmate.”
Riya felt a little embarrassed.
Arjun stepped closer. “Is that why you’re upset?”
“I’m not upset,” she said, but her voice betrayed her.
He looked at her gently. “Then why does it feel like you are?”
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Silence.
Then finally, Riya spoke.
“Because… I don’t want to lose you again.”
The words came out softer than she expected—but they carried everything she had held back for years.
Arjun didn’t reply immediately.
Instead, he said something even simpler:
“You won’t.”
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A few days later, Arjun asked her to meet him at a quiet park.
As she arrived, she saw something familiar.
He had placed a sketch on the bench.
Her sketch.
The old one.
Beside it, there was a new drawing.
Same sunset.
Same tree.
But this time—the two figures were holding hands clearly.
“I tried drawing,” Arjun said, a little awkwardly. “Not as good as you… but I wanted to finish what you started.”
Riya looked at him, her eyes shining.
“Riya,” he continued, “back then… I didn’t understand what I felt. But now I do.”
He took a small step closer.
“You’re not just my friend from the last bench.”
Her breath slowed.
“You’re the person I kept coming back to—even after years.”
A pause.
“Maybe… I never really left.”
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Riya smiled—this time, without hesitation.
“You’re late,” she said softly.
Arjun laughed. “A little.”
“But I’m here now.”
She nodded.
“Yeah,” she said, looking at the sunset, then back at him.
“You are.”
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As the sky turned orange and gold, they stood side by side—just like in the drawings.
Only this time, it wasn’t just a sketch.
It was real.
And their story… was finally complete.
........to be continued
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