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5Years Later

As the car wound its way through the bustling streets towards the airport, Priya sat sandwiched between her parents, a quiet tension lingering in the air. Shipra ji, her mother, fidgeted nervously, her brow furrowed with worry as she glanced anxiously out the window.

"Priya, beta, are you sure about this trip?" Shipra ji's voice quivered with uncertainty, her eyes pleading for reassurance. "I still can't shake off the feeling that something might go wrong."

Priya sighed, her patience wearing thin as she tried to quell her mother's fears. "Mom, I've planned everything perfectly," she insisted, her tone firm yet gentle. "I'll be fine, I promise. I really need this change ."

Shipra ji shook her head, her apprehension palpable. "But what if..." she trailed off, unable to voice the fear that gripped her heart.

Priya's father, sensing the tension mounting, interjected with a calm voice. "Shipra, let her go. Priya knows what she's doing," he said, his tone steady and reassuring.

Shipra ji turned to her husband, her eyes pleading for support. "But you know what happened last time," she implored, her voice tinged with desperation.

Confusion clouded Priya's features as she turned to her father, searching for answers. "What happened last time?" she asked, her brow furrowing in bewilderment.

Her father's gaze softened, a flicker of concern passing across his features. "Priya, have you packed your medicines?" he deflected, steering the conversation away from the painful memories that lingered in the recesses of their minds.

Priya blinked, momentarily thrown off guard by the sudden change in topic. "Yes, Dad, I've packed them," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

Her father offered her a reassuring smile, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that belied his years. "Just making sure you're prepared for anything, beta," he said, his words laden with unspoken meaning.

And as the car continued its journey towards the airport, Priya couldn't shake off the sense of unease that gnawed at her heart. Little did she know that the ghosts of the past would soon come back to haunt her, testing her resilience in ways she never could have imagined.

As Priya stepped through the sliding doors of the airport, a strange sense of déjà vu washed over her, sending a shiver down her spine. For a fleeting moment, she was overcome by a wave of unease, as if she had walked this path before, her footsteps echoing in the corridors of memory.

Images flickered through her mind like fragments of a forgotten dream, blurred and indistinct yet hauntingly familiar. She strained to grasp at the tendrils of memory that eluded her, a sense of disquiet settling like a heavy weight upon her shoulders.

But Priya shook off the unsettling sensation, steeling herself with a deep breath as she forged ahead. She couldn't afford to dwell on the mysteries of the past, not when she had a journey to embark upon, a future waiting to unfold.

With determined steps, she made her way to the check-in counter, the rhythmic clack of her heels against the polished floor a reassuring cadence amidst the tumult of her thoughts.

As Priya settled into her seat aboard the aircraft, her eyes scanned the cabin until they landed upon her little co-passenger, a girl with wide eyes filled with wonder. Beside her sat the girl's mother, a reassuring presence exuding warmth and comfort.

Engaging in conversation with the child, Priya found a sense of solace in the innocence of their exchange, the weight of her worries momentarily lifted by the lightness of their interaction. The girl's laughter filled the air like music, a melody that danced upon the canvas of the cabin, painting it with hues of joy and companionship.

But as the hours passed and the cabin fell into a peaceful slumber, Priya found herself unable to quell the restless stirrings of her mind. Each time she closed her eyes, the echoes of a haunting sound reverberated through her consciousness, threatening to shatter the fragile semblance of calm she had fought so hard to maintain.

Frustration gnawed at the edges of her resolve, threatening to consume her in its relentless grip. Desperate for respite, Priya reached for her ear pods, the familiar embrace of music offering a sanctuary from the cacophony of her thoughts.

With a sigh of relief, she pressed play, allowing the soothing melodies to wash over her like a gentle tide, carrying her away on a tide of tranquility. As the rhythm of the music intertwined with the rhythm of her breath, Priya felt the tendrils of sleep begin to weave their spell around her, pulling her into the embrace of dreams.

In that fleeting moment of surrender, the world outside faded into oblivion, leaving behind only the serenity of the present moment. And as Priya drifted into a peaceful slumber, her heart found solace in the comforting embrace of music, a beacon of light guiding her through the darkness of the night.

As the sun cast its golden rays upon the bustling streets of London, Ram found himself standing at the bus stop, his breath forming wisps of mist in the crisp morning air. With a weary sigh, he reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone, the device buzzing with an incoming call.

With a furrowed brow, Ram answered the call, his irritation palpable as he anticipated yet another reminder from his landlord about the impending rent. But before he could utter a word, a familiar voice crackled through the line, the strained tones of Mrs. Smith, his landlord, echoing with concern.

"Mr connor, I-" she began, her words cut short by his preemptive reassurance. "Mrs. Smith, I'll pay the rent by tonight. You don't have to worry at all, okay?" Ram interjected, his tone firm yet apologetic.

There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line, followed by a hesitant murmur of gratitude from Mrs. Smith. "Thank you. I appreciate it," she said, her relief evident even through the crackling static of the phone line.

With a sigh of resignation, Ram ended the call, a sense of weariness settling over him like a heavy cloak. But before he could dwell on the weight of his responsibilities, the rumble of an approaching bus drew his attention.

With a sense of urgency, Ram boarded the bus, the doors closing behind him with a hiss of pneumatic brakes. As he settled into his seat, the gentle sway of the bus in motion lulled him into a state of quiet contemplation, the rhythm of the journey a soothing balm for his troubled mind.

And as the bus trundled along its route through the bustling streets of London, Ram found solace in the familiar routine of his daily commute, a momentary respite from the trials and tribulations of everyday life.

As Ram's phone buzzed once more, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of his mother's name flashing on the screen. Answering the call, he was greeted by the familiar warmth of her voice, a gentle reminder of the unconditional love that bound them together.

"Hey, Mom," Ram greeted her, his smile widening at the sound of her voice. "I was just about to call you."

Mrs. Connor's tone was tinged with a hint of reproach as she chimed in, "But you didn't, did you,?"

Ram chuckled softly, a hint of amusement coloring his response. "Fair point, Mom. What's up?"

Her voice softened with concern as she reminded him of his upcoming appointment with Mr. Park. "Just wanted to make sure you remember your appointment with Mr. Park, dear. It's important."

Ram's smile faltered slightly at the mention of the appointment, a reminder of the life he had once led, now lost to the passage of time. "Mom, you don't have to keep reminding me about what I've lost," he said, his voice tinged with a touch of sadness. "I'm okay with the life I have now. You and me, that's enough."

But Mrs. Connor's tone remained firm, her concern unwavering. "Ryan, please, just do as I said. It's important," she insisted, her words laced with a mother's love and a mother's worry.

With a resigned sigh, Ram relented, knowing that his mother only had his best interests at heart. "Alright, Mom, I'll go to the appointment," he promised, his voice tinged with resignation. "I have to go now, okay? Love you."

And with that, Mrs. Connor bid her son farewell, her words echoing in Ram's ears long after the call had ended. As he stared out the window of the bus, lost in thought, he couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store, and whether he would ever find the closure he so desperately sought.

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