Aanya's POV
That night, Aanya lay in bed, her room dark except for the faint blue glow of the moonlight slipping through her curtains.
Her phone was beside her.
Aarav's last message still open.
> "Made it home safe.
I had a really good time with you today. Sleep well, moon girl 🌙"
She read it again…
and again.
And yet—
it wasn't his message that made her chest ache softly.
It was how he made her feel.
That calm. That quiet safety. That warmth.
It was the same feeling she used to wake up with when she dreamed of that unknown boy.
The one she never saw…
but always felt.
The one who walked beside her in dreams without speaking…
and still, somehow, said everything.
And now, in the real world…
Aarav was saying things like:
"Even if we're in different bodies, our souls already know each other."
How could he know that?
How could he speak words that echoed things only her heart knew?
Aanya closed her eyes.
And suddenly—
She remembered something.
Not fully.
Just a flicker.
A dream from long ago.
She had been standing under a tree at night.
Barefoot. Wind in her hair.
Someone had held her hand and said—
"I've found you… finally."
She never saw his face.
But now—
she was starting to wonder…
Was it always him?
Was Aarav the one her soul remembered?
Or was he just waking up a memory she never really let go of?
She turned over and pulled the blanket to her chin.
Her heart was quiet now.
Not confused.
Just… full.
Aanya's POV
She finally drifted to sleep.
But it wasn't the usual kind of sleep.
It was the kind that felt like falling…
into something older than dream
She stood in a place she had visited many times before in her sleep —
a quiet field under a silver night sky, stars scattered like secrets above.
But this time… something was different.
Someone was waiting there.
Not a shadow.
Not a blurred outline.
But him.
Aarav.
In the dream.
Clear. Real. Right in front of her.
He looked just like he did in the café that morning — the same eyes, the same calm smile, but softer, warmer… somehow glowing from the inside.
"Aanya," he said gently, voice echoing in the wind like a memory.
Her eyes widened.
"You're here…" she whispered.
And then—
she remembered.
Every dream. Every ache. Every night she woke up longing.
It had always been him.
Always.
Tears welled in her eyes as she stepped closer.
"It's you."
Aarav took her hand, their fingers lacing like they'd done it a thousand lifetimes before.
"I knew I'd find you again."
They stood there beneath the stars, forehead to forehead, hearts quiet and full.
No past. No future.
Just two souls who had finally recognized each other again.
Aarav's POV (same night)
He woke up gasping—
eyes wide, heart pounding.
Not from fear.
From knowing.
The dream was clear. Too clear.
Aanya.
Standing in a starlit field. Holding his hand. Calling him hers without a single word.
He sat up slowly, the memory of her face still fresh behind his eyes.
"It was her…" he whispered.
"It's always been her."
And across town, Aanya whispered the same words into the silence of her pillow:
"It was him."