🏙️ “Long-Distance Love, Close-Distance Pain” - Chapter 18 (LAST CHAPTER)
Chapter 18 – “Full Circle”
The conference room was bathed in the golden light of late evening, the glass walls catching the reflection of a city alive with possibilities.
Aditya stood by the window, his back to her, hands in his pockets. He’d been quieter these last few weeks—not pushing, not cornering her, just… there. Helping when she needed it, staying away when she didn’t.
Aditi entered with the final presentation file, ready to wrap up their project once and for all.
“This is it,” she said, placing the folder on the table. “The account is complete. Your team will handle the rest.”
He turned, meeting her eyes. “And you?”
She hesitated. “I’ll move on to other clients.”
Aditya stepped closer, not urgently, but like someone who didn’t want to scare away a bird perched too close.
“I meant,” he said softly, “what about us?”
Her breath caught, but she steadied it. “Aditya, we had our chance. Life moved on. People… change.”
He nodded slowly, his jaw tight, but there was no anger—only quiet determination. “Yes. People change. I did. I’m not the boy who left without looking back. I’m not here to claim what I think I deserve… I’m here to earn what I lost.”
She stared at him, words tangled in her throat. “Why now?”
“Because,” he said, his voice raw, “every success, every deal, every so-called win I had abroad felt hollow without the one person I wanted to share it with. I didn’t fight for you then. I’m fighting now—not to win, but to make sure you know that I’ll never walk away again.”
Her eyes prickled with tears, but she laughed softly. “You make it sound like a business pitch.”
He smiled faintly. “Then let me put it in business terms. I’m offering lifetime commitment, zero exit clause, no penalties, and unconditional investment—my whole heart.”
The silence between them was thick, but it wasn’t heavy anymore. It was… hopeful.
She took a slow step forward. “And if I say yes?”
His gaze softened, the guarded tension melting away. “Then we start over. No baggage. Just us.”
Aditi’s lips curved into a small smile, the kind she used to give him in college when he’d surprise her with coffee after a long study night. “Then… yes.”
He didn’t rush to hug her; he just closed the gap and took her hand—warm, steady, real. Outside, the city lights flickered like tiny witnesses to a promise reborn.
For the first time in years, both of them felt it—
Not the thrill of winning, not the sting of losing,
but the quiet certainty of finally coming home.
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