Epilogue

Anushkaa

@nushhkiee

Epilogue -

Six months later, Maan Singh Khurana found himself in a place he never thought he’d be: voluntarily attending a party with Geet Handa.

It wasn’t just any party, though. It was her kind of party. Geet had insisted - no, demanded - that Maan attend a campus event she’d somehow convinced the student union to host, a party with glow sticks, loud music, and the sort of chaos that Maan had long been wary of.

But, as always, Geet had her way of making him cave.

“Come on, Maan! You’re coming, and you’re going to have fun, whether you like it or not!” she’d said that afternoon, practically dragging him out of his dorm room.

And so, here he was, standing in the corner of a room lit by neon lights, his arms crossed, surveying the sea of students dressed in neon colors and glowing accessories.

Geet, of course, was right in the thick of it. She’d practically sprinted into the center of the dance floor the moment they’d arrived, and now she was literally leading the crowd in a completely spontaneous dance routine. The sight of her - wild, carefree, and glowing (literally) - made Maan’s lips twitch into an amused smile, despite himself.

"Hey, Maan!" Geet’s voice cut through the noise. He turned, surprised to see her bounding over to him, her hair bouncing with every step. “Are you enjoying the party, or do I need to drag you into the madness?” she grinned.

Maan raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think I’m going to start dancing?”

Geet grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, you’re so going to dance. In fact, I think you owe me one dance, after all the times I’ve dragged you out of your comfort zone.”

Maan sighed, knowing there was no escaping it. He wasn’t sure when he’d gone from actively avoiding Geet’s “fun” plans to actually... looking forward to them.

"Fine," he said, his voice laced with mock reluctance. "One dance. But just one."

Geet jumped up and down with excitement. “YES! That’s all I ask!” She took his hand and pulled him toward the dance floor.

And just like that, Maan found himself surrounded by a group of students, all moving to the beat of the music. The flashing lights made everything seem like a dream, and for a second, Maan almost felt like he was part of something bigger - something a little bit wild, a little bit chaotic.

He could feel Geet next to him, laughing and twirling, her energy infectious. She was a whirlwind - no doubt about it. But now, as Maan moved along with the rhythm, he realized that he didn’t mind the whirlwind so much anymore.

In fact, he kind of liked it.

Geet, noticing that Maan had finally joined in with the music (albeit in his own very Maan way), gave him a victorious thumbs up. “See? Told you it would be fun!” she shouted over the music.

Maan, with a slight grin, shook his head. “I’m only doing this because I owe you. One dance, and then I’m back to my serious, no-nonsense self.”

“Right, sure,” Geet laughed, “I’ll believe it when I see it!”

As the night wore on, the party didn’t slow down. Geet managed to drag Maan into a few more dances, though he was much more reserved compared to her, who was dancing like there was no tomorrow. At some point, Maan found himself standing on the sidelines, watching Geet, still glowing under the neon lights, completely lost in the moment.

It struck him suddenly - Geet wasn’t just a whirlwind of chaos. She was like the spark that made everything feel alive. She wasn’t just about bringing fun; she was about making life feel more real. She made him laugh in ways he never thought possible. She made him let go of his fears, his insecurities, his endless desire for control. She made him feel something different. Something that - if he was being honest - he had never expected to find.

And in that moment, Maan realized that while he used to think he had everything figured out.. his future, his goals, his perfect, predictable life - what he didn’t know was that he needed this chaos. He needed Geet.

Later, after the party wound down and they were both walking back to their dorms, Geet was talking animatedly about the night, still buzzing with excitement. Maan walked next to her, his mind miles away but strangely at peace.

“You were right,” Maan said quietly.

Geet paused, looking up at him, her face illuminated by the streetlights. “About what?”

“About needing more fun,” Maan replied, his voice soft. “About needing... this.” He gestured vaguely to the night, to their surroundings, to her.

Geet smiled knowingly, the corner of her mouth lifting in that playful grin that Maan had come to adore. “Took you long enough, Mr. 'Perfectly Organized.'”

Maan rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips. “I’m not perfect, Geet,” he said. “But I’m... perfectly fine with being a little less perfect with you.”

Geet stopped walking for a moment and turned to face him, her eyes warm with something more than mischief now...something a little softer. “You’re not so bad yourself, Maan Singh Khurana.”

They stood there for a moment, just the two of them, the world moving around them. Maan felt something shift in his chest, something warm and comforting, and it hit him again....he couldn’t imagine his life without her.

Geet raised an eyebrow, noticing the change in his expression. “What is it?” she asked.

Maan hesitated for a moment before speaking, feeling the weight of his own words. “I think I might be falling for you, Geet Handa.”

Geet blinked, surprised but not shocked. She reached out and placed a hand on his arm, her smile broadening. “Well, well, Mr. Khurana... Took you long enough to say that, didn’t it?”

Maan chuckled, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement. “Yeah. I guess I just needed to stop overthinking everything for once.”

Geet’s grin softened, her eyes lighting up. “Well, that’s about time. You’ve been perfecting the art of being a walking textbook for long enough, Maan. But now?” She stepped a little closer to him. “Now you’ve got the best of both worlds.”

Maan’s heart swelled, and he took a deep breath, realizing that the chaos...the loudness, the unpredictability, the mess....had become his favorite part of life.

Because it was with her.

“Guess I’m lucky then,” he said quietly.

“More like you’re blessed, Mr. Khurana,” Geet teased, but her tone was soft and sincere. “I’m pretty much a package deal - chaos and all.”

Maan nodded, his smile widening. “I’ll take the package deal,” he said, pulling her into a hug.

As Geet wrapped her arms around him, Maan realized he wouldn’t trade this - her - for anything.

And in that moment, everything felt perfectly imperfect.

A love that wasn’t about grand gestures, but about finding comfort in the chaos.

A love that was messy, unpredictable, and perfectly theirs.

A love that was enough.

They were The Perfect Pair