Wings & Chains (Season 2) Chapter - 7
Chapter 7 – Harmony
The desert was not where Aditya expected to find peace.
But here he was — standing on the crest of a sand dune in Jaisalmer, the sun sinking like molten gold beyond the horizon, the wind carving ripples across the endless stretch of earth.
Aarvi moved ahead of him, barefoot as always, camera in hand, her scarf fluttering in the warm breeze. She stopped suddenly, crouching to photograph the shadow of a lone camel against the dunes.
“You’re going to get sand in that camera,” he called out.
“Then I’ll clean it,” she replied without looking back. “Some things are worth the trouble.”
Inner thought – Aditya
That’s her philosophy. Worth the trouble. She’s not afraid of the mess if it means the beauty stays intact.
They had been traveling together for nearly two weeks now. He had kept his word — no interference, no controlling her choices — though the instinct to shield her still stirred in him like muscle memory.
She, in turn, no longer flinched when he stayed close, no longer saw his presence as a cage but as a shadow she could choose to step into when she wanted shade.
That night, they sat by a small fire with their guide, the desert sky spilling a thousand stars above them. Aarvi leaned back against a pillow, tucking her knees under her chin.
“You haven’t tried to stop me from doing anything these past days,” she said suddenly.
“I’m learning restraint,” he replied, passing her a steel cup of warm chai.
She took a sip, watching him over the rim. “And I haven’t run away from you.”
His lips curved. “Because you’re learning… trust?”
She smiled faintly. “Maybe. Or maybe I’ve realized that sometimes… wings can rest. And it’s okay.”
The fire crackled between them. Neither spoke for a while, both staring into the flames, letting the night fold around them.
Dialogue
Aditya: “If you need to go tomorrow, I won’t stop you.”
Aarvi: “And if I choose to stay?”
Aditya: “…Then I’ll keep the fire burning.”
Something shifted in the air after that — not a declaration, not a binding — but an understanding. They weren’t trying to change each other anymore. They were simply… meeting halfway.
The next morning, as the first light touched the dunes, Aarvi woke to find him already up, brewing coffee over the dying embers of the fire. He didn’t look up as she approached, but handed her a cup the moment she sat beside him.
She looked at him over the rim, the horizon blazing gold behind him, and for the first time, she realized —
Maybe freedom wasn’t only about flying.
Maybe it was also about having a place you wanted to return to.
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