Interlude 14: The Paths of Destiny
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"Damn it, Jameson! I told you to be careful about the Westpac shares!" roared RV on the phone as the CEO of RV Broking Solutions shivered across the line, his hands trembling. Nobody fancied being on the opposite side of an angry RV. Hell was preferred than him.
"But sir, I-"
"You sold the shares at a $4 loss! Do you even know what that means?!" continued RV, disregarding the stutters of his employee.
"Sir, I swear upon the good Lord, I-"
"Do not expect to get away with this using blasphemy! I'm this close to firing you right now!" threatened RV, his tone now cold. Jameson gulped, now petrified.
"Sir, please..."
"I told you that the situation of the markets are very tense these days! I told you that there was no margin of error here!" continued RV, his decibel now back to normal even though his tone got colder, something that the CEO thought wasn't remotely possible until that moment.
Ice was warmer than the mirth his tone reflected.
"Give me another chance, sir..." begged Jameson from the opposite side, his voice shaking. RV could sense the helplessness and desperation in his voice.
"There's no second chance in life, Jameson," replied RV in a barely audible voice, his tone as sharp as the prick of a pin. That's what his mentor had taught him and that's what he firmly believed for his mentor had always been right.
"No, no sir, please! Don't fire me!" protested the now terrified man, while RV sighed irritably.
"I'm not going to fire you... I'm not even that cold-hearted. You're simply going to pay for the loss from monthly deductions from your salary for the next six months."
"But- but sir, that's half my salary!" whined Jameson before he suddenly fell silent at the icy silence upon the phone.
"Be grateful I'm not firing you like I'd originally promised. Need I remind you about the Lendell scenario?" came back the crisp reply with the undercurrent of the choicest of threat that made Jameson perspire on the other side.
"Th- th- thank you, sir. I- I pr- promise to do-do better from now on."
"You have no option, Jameson. The next mistake of this level and you can bid your job adieu. Understood?" warned RV quickly, his tone once again cold.
"You're benevolent, sir..." came the weak reply that exuded relief and gratitude. Say what they would, nobody could question the fact for even a second that RV did have a heart of gold.
RV disconnected the call and grumbled underneath his breath. Could nothing go right, really? As much as he wished to remove Jameson from his job, he couldn't. Jobs were scarce in Sydney and an employee ousted from the RV Group of Companies for poor performance was blacklisted automatically on the basis of reputation. Jameson had a wife and a child on the way, and Ranveer knew that terminating him from his job right now would lead to unnecessary amount of chaos.
But even that wasn't it. Jameson was an extremely bright man and one of the most valuable assets of the company when it came to the human factor. He had extraordinary vision and was certainly hardworking and dedicated. His only drawback was risky intra-trading where he simply lacked the guts to get imaginative and that was indeed a drawback in a field like this. But the amount of creativity and imagination he'd put into transforming the company's portfolio handling policies were remarkable again.
He could not let unnecessary hotheadedness cloud the practicality of the situation. Jameson was undoubtedly one of the best in his field and with a little bit of honing, he certainly had the capability to go to greater heights. He may never let the parallel line of his heart come into business, but he knew that everybody was allowed to have a second chance, even though he never believed in it. Well, life never gave him one now, did it?
He never believed in second chances because life had taught him that there were multiple opportunities, never second chances like his mentor had once told him when he'd lost out on the diamond consignment to London. Ishaani always believed in them, but she was an optimist. He was a realist. But hadn't life given him four new chances to live again? Oh, it was difficult to understand and decide whether second chances did truly exist or no. But so far for him, it didn't. But didn't Sarah give Ben another chance after he pushed her away? He pushed her away for her own good, but a betrayal of trust was always a betrayal of trust.
That was fiction.
But weren't the roots of fiction based on reality?
A knock upon the door snapped him out from his thoughts as his mother entered the room, a bowl in her hand. Ranveer looked at her curiously as she smiled.
"You look stressed. Sit down, I'll give you an oil massage for your head. You'll feel better." Ranveer looked at his mother, amused before slipping off the bed and sitting down obediently.
Amba smiled as she sat upon the bed, beginning to oil his hair. Ranveer shut his eyes as his mother's fingers worked effortlessly upon his scalp, a magic that only a mother's fingertips were gifted with. And before he knew it, he could feel all of his stress and worries ebbing away, leaving behind a peace that he never wanted to leave again. He felt his head fall sleepily upon her lap once she'd finished her work as she stroked his head lovingly.
"You do realize that your birthday is coming next week, right?" asked Amba softly. Ranveer looked up at him mother sleepily, a soft smile on his face. He'd clearly forgotten. Amba shook her head, bemused.
"What do you want us to gift you that day?"
"Just your blessings and love..." replied Ranveer, staring at his mother fondly. Remembering that his parent's anniversary was coming the next month, Ranveer questioned quickly.
"What do you want for your anniversary gift, Maa? It is next month..." added Ranveer, looking at his mother keenly.
All the sleep left his senses when he saw his mother staring at him curiously, her eyes watery. But what caught his attention was that her eyes looked as though someone had set them on fire, something that reminded me crazily of the way Ishaani's eyes would light up.
No, not her again! Why did everything remind him of her in those six and a half years!?
"Will you be able to give it to us?" asked Amba, her tone now serious.
"I'll try my best to," came Ranveer's sincere response, and Amba smiled curiously.
"Eight years ago, you gifted us our freedom for our twenty-fifth anniversary... But even that was within your scope back then," remarked Amba, while Ranveer now looked confused.
"If I could do that, then I can do anything you ask of me," he assured her, while Amba now stroked Ranveer's cheek affectionately. Bending her head slightly as though in prayer, she looked at Ranveer despondently.
"I want to see you happy." A pregnant silence followed as Ranveer separated himself from his mother, unable to meet her eyes anymore.
Was it guilt or the desire in his mother's eyes that he knew he wouldn't be able to fulfill? Getting up slowly, he walked towards the window from where he could see the sea water glistening across the shore. Their house overlooked the sea.
"I am happy, Maa," replied Ranveer finally, unsure of how to lie to the woman who knew him inside-out.
"Really? Which lifetime are you talking about, Ranveer? Because in this lifetime, you and happiness have never known each other. Atleast not since Ishaani left your life," added Amba bitterly, who got up and walked towards where Ranveer was standing.
He paled at the mention of Ishaani's name. This was not a conversation he wanted to get into.
"Maa, I-"
"Look, Ranveer. Your father and I are growing old. By God's grace, you've always given us everything that we couldn't even dare to dream about. You've fulfilled all of our dreams and desires and have always been our biggest source of strength, pride and happiness. We both want to see you happy and well-settled," said Amba, the hope or lack of it forcing Ranveer to turn his back against his favourite view and stare at his mother's dejected face.
"Maa, if you're saying that I should marry again-"
"No, Ranveer, I just want to see you happy. I want my son back... my Ranveer back," whispered Amba, her tone now begging. Ranveer gave her a ruthless smile that slashed across the older woman's heart. What had life turned her son into?
"You were right... I cannot give you what you've asked for. This is who I am... This is all I can give you now," replied Ranveer in the same tone that his mother used, albeit much more forlorn.
"Why have you come back here, Ranveer? What's going on?" asked Amba suddenly, the sunlight fuelling the spark in her eyes.
Ranveer turned his gaze away from her own, afraid that his mother would see through the iron wall somehow. He couldn't allow for that, not when his defenses were down. He was turning human again in spite of himself. Was it because he was going to meet her soon?
"On business-" began Ranveer evasively, but Amba pulled his chin up so that their eyes met.
"I'm asking about for what you came here on. You wouldn't hear about it even once when we've been telling you about it for all these years. And all of a sudden, you come to visit us," remarked Amba, now looking concerned. Ranveer chuckled sardonically.
"Did you not like me coming here?"
"I couldn't have asked for anything more. But something doesn't feel right. What is it?" pressed Amba, now seeing Ranveer's lips quivering.
What was the matter with him? Six and a half years had gone into creating the strongest, toughest and darkest walls around his heart, making him blank and aloof. How could she manage to dismantle him in barely five days with just the fact that they were about to meet again after six and a half years?
No!
He wouldn't give in to this! He'd worked far too hard to make himself what he was today! He wouldn't let her break through his cold prison again. No. He wouldn't let her presence spark warmth and hope in his dead heart again. No, he wouldn't! He couldn't! Staring at his mother who now looked at him worriedly, he turned his face away from her own and stared at the blinding sun, afraid that a tear would betray him for the first time since his wife passed away.
"I'm tired, Maa. I'm tired of fighting... I- I'm just...tired."
The dead weight in his tone was sufficient to frighten Amba as she turned him around and cupped his cheeks in concern. He let his cheek nestle into her palm and shut his eyes, feeling the pain of an entire realm claim him in its entirety. A feeling he'd first come across in his dreams when he was fourteen. Yet there was no pain. Just a gaping void.
He felt his mother pull him into her arms as his head fell tiredly upon her shoulder, hoping for somebody to fill that void. Yet there was no solace in his mother's arms. Only one person could give that to him.
NO! What was the matter with him?!
"Gregory tells me that you're going to meet Ishaani tomorrow," spoke Amba, her tone quiet after Ranveer pulled himself out from the embrace.
Ranveer's features tightened at the mention of her name. It was as though every time somebody knotted up his intestines, wrung his guts, forced his heart to squelch and choke his breath whenever her name was mentioned. This was a predicament he had to find a solution too. He didn't like feeling human like that. It meant embracing weaknesses that he had long since abandoned. The weakness of being and feeling like a human. And now that the time was drawing closer and closer to meet her, he felt himself losing control upon himself. God, he was going to need some alcohol to keep his nerves steady.
"Finch said-? That-" stuttered Ranveer, catching his tongue in time before he cussed. His mother didn't miss out on his censored version of frustration but chose to let go of it. Instead, she continued gravely.
"You're going to meet her after six and a half years, Ranveer. Is that why you agreed to come here?"
"No, I found out about it just a day before I was leaving. Finch fixed up the appointment," replied Ranveer, his tone now annoyed.
He had half a mind to cancel the appointment and run back to Sydney the moment he was done with the meeting of the Singhanias. But something kept pulling him to her in spite of himself. Something which he couldn't place. It was like a pull of destiny - no matter how much he tried to repel it, he only kept getting pulled more strongly.
"Do you have any idea how is she doing?" asked Amba slowly, her voice snapping Ranveer out from his line of thoughts.
"None, Maa. Nothing ever since she got married... and I don't want to, either," added Ranveer angrily, his eyes not breaking contact with his mother's for the first time since their conversation began. Amba smiled at him knowingly.
"Don't lie, Ranveer. You've never loved anyone like you've loved Ishaani," she remarked, and Ranveer hissed angrily.
She'd warned him for years and years about a heartbreak that was inevitable, but he was too madly in love to heed her advice. She'd always warned him about the danger of pouring so many emotions into once person, about making your life and Universe revolve around that person, but he was too sure of his love. She was bitter when she'd learnt about Ishaani getting married to Chirag, but something always felt wrong. She couldn't come to hate her in spite of everything. All that she could feel was cold disappointment for her and bitterness upon her son's fate.
"Some things never remains the same, Maa," retorted Ranveer, now looking at his mother in distress.
"Some things never change," came the instant reply while Ranveer shut his eyes, vexed. Why did everyone keep telling him that?
"You don't know what you're talking about. And why are you taking up for her, anyway?"
"She's earned no favours when she rejected you, Ranveer. I'm never going to forgive her for breaking your heart," said Amba sharply, and he could hear the hurt in her voice. She continued.
"I don't know what went wrong between the two of you and since you won't tell me, I'm going to take it for my own good. But I won't ever forget what she's done for you, for us, in all these years. She was the reason why we earned our freedom as well and I'm always going to be grateful and will respect her for that. But above all, she was the only reason of all your happiness in all those years. Whatever makes my son happy, makes me happy."
This was what he loved about his mother. She was a practical woman who knew to appreciate the best in others in spite of their flaws and mistakes or even shortcomings. She never let bias cloud her judgment, neither was she a woman to judge others based on what society tagged them to be. And somehow, the fact that she respected Ishaani even after everything they'd been through made him respect and love his mother a little more.
"She was my life, Maa..." whispered Ranveer as his voice choked. There were no tears. Just the gasps of pain that choked his heart dry of emotion.
"You know, your father and I met her a few months ago. She's still the same girl from heart that I know when it came to us, but she's completely changed otherwise. Yet there was something too... familiar about her, something I couldn't understand back then. I understand it now."
"What do you mean?" asked Ranveer as he stared at the bizarre expression upon her mother's face that swiftly turned into an uneasy alarm. It was as though she'd just realized something that wasn't pleasant.
"She's incomplete too, Ranveer. Her aura reminded me of yours... Just the same..." murmured Amba, looking at Ranveer with a mixture of hope and confusion. Ranveer smiled at her in pity.
When was the last time he ever truly had laughed or had even smiled from his heart, meaning it?
"Maa, you're just overthinking things. She's happily married and well settled in life. Don't try to create false hopes in your heart about something that's not possible," explained Ranveer, although he couldn't deny the sudden prick he felt in his heart that was extinguished as soon as it was ignited.
Was that hope?
"A mother is never wrong in things like these, Ranveer," remarked Amba, her tone serious. Ranveer shook his head and kissed his mother's forehead lovingly.
"Thank you for the massage, Maa. And sorry for not being able to fulfill your wish. If there's anything else I can do, let me know."
"You should try getting in touch with Ishaani," advised Amba, ignoring the cue of dismissal that Ranveer didn't bother to be subtle with. She was his mother and would have the conversation as long as she sought to. She was no employee he could frighten away with the coldest of glares.
"Broken relationships are seldom fixed," replied Ranveer, his gaze not leaving his mother's own ones as RV began overtaking Ranveer. The moment of weakness had passed away with acceptance. All it left behind was an aloof coldness capable to kill.
"But a broken heart can always be fixed by love, as long as it's from the same person," argued Amba, her gaze much more powerfully warmer than her son's cold ones. Her son had lost faith in miracles, because they didn't exist for him since he was twenty-three. Not when it came to the only woman he'd ever desired.
"Fantasies, Maa!" yelled Ranveer, unable to control himself. "Life doesn't give you second chances, only new opportunities," added Ranveer in a quieter tone when he realized who he was talking to, his eyes suddenly apologetic even though he knew he was right.
His mentor had always been right so it was obvious that he would be right even here.
"Then you've clearly not seen life. Life is always about second chances, Ranveer," challenged Amba. Mother and son stared at each other defiantly, before Ranveer smiled wryly, understanding truly what his mentor meant when he'd told him that fateful day that second chances never existed.
"We're born once, we love once, we marry once and we die once."
"You've nearly died four times, Ranveer. That's four chances life has given you," remarked Amba stubbornly. Why was her son this stubborn in accepting the facts of life?
"You're just being a mother, Maa," replied Ranveer, his tone suddenly calm as he smiled wistfully. "Ishaani and I have no chance. I'm not the same person, anymore, Maa. And I don't think she's going to be so, either. And even if by some impossible miracle we do manage to even become friends again, even that's a long shot, really."
"Have you even lived, Ranveer? What you've achieved in all these years was also something that was impossible to happen, but it did."
"It was difficult, not impossible. And this is different," emphasized Ranveer, now tired of having the same conversation with everyone.
Why did everybody seem hell-bent on having him reconcile with her when clearly there were a hundred easy explanations as to why she sought RV? Optimistic fools, all of them. Tomorrow was just a business dealing... nothing more. He was sure of that. She did not need him in her life the way he needed her.
"It isn't. You wanted to become a big man so that you could ask her hand in matrimony. It's all upon your conviction to achieve what you want, Ranveer," spoke Amba seriously.
Ranveer laughed mirthlessly.
"She hates me, Maa."
"Then for someone who hates you, I was surprised to see the same love in her eyes that she had when she spoke about you years ago that she had six months ago."
Ranveer's sarcastic smile faltered for a moment before he shook his head angrily.
"You're kidding yourself."
Was she kidding herself, or was he?
"Don't underestimate the power of destiny, Ranveer," warned Amba, staring at her son's indifference with displeasure.
"Our destiny is written from the moment we are born, Maa."
"God gives every man the tool to re-write his destiny, yet end up at the finish line with what is ultimately written for him," said Amba and for a fleeting second, Ranveer was taken back to a conversation he'd had with his Mota Babuji ten years ago in a car when his fate was being discussed. He'd used the exact same words.
Another dj vu.
Back then, he'd asked his Mota Babuji the same question, and his mentor had given him an answer that had soothed the passionate longing of the youth in him. His Mota Babuji had been correct - he'd written his own destiny. Then why did his heart not want to take solace from the reassurance his mother was giving him? Couldn't it be that she was right too?
"Ishaani and I were never meant to be," said Ranveer pessimistically as he shook his head in denial. He didn't have the courage to hope, not when it came to her. The first heartbreak killed him from the inside; if there ever was a next time, it would snuff the breath out of him for good.
Sighing, he continued.
"If we were, we would have never separated. And anyway, it's too late now. She's married and happy. Must probably be a mother too," he added dreamily. That was a weird image to harbour and one that certainly made him feel like the broken fragments of his heart would explode into his mouth.
"If she's happily settled in life, that's her good fortune. She's borne enough in life and she's reaping the fruits now. What about you, though? Don't you deserve to be happy?" implored Amba, cupping his cheeks once again, this time in an urgency that Ranveer failed to understand, or chose not to.
"What do you want to say, Maa?" mumbled Ranveer tiredly.
He was fed up of talking and reminiscing and pitying himself. This had to come to an end. Everything was killing him slowly, painfully... intimately. Memories were a past from another lifetime, feelings were poisons killing him a little more every single day. She was the only antidote, and yet she was the poison.
"She was your only source of happiness, Ranveer, even back then. Think about it," begged Amba, now sounding weary. She knew she was waging a losing battle now.
"She doesn't love me and she's married and happy. That's it. And this is how I am going to be for as long as I live," said Ranveer resolutely, the pain evident in his eyes that had turned red.
"You're dying every single day, Ranveer. The loneliness is killing you and I can see it in your eyes. That's why you've come here. You don't know what to do with yourself." Ranveer gasped at his mother's observation but chose to say nothing. She got the answer she was looking for.
"Maa, there's going to be no solution to our conversation," asserted Ranveer, now looking exhausted. Why couldn't he just shut his eyes and never open them again?
"So what, you'll run away from her tomorrow? I thought she was your life!" taunted Amba, but fell silent when Ranveer smiled at her coldly.
"When life leaves you, all that remains behind is a shell. And I'm going to meet her tomorrow as RV. I've run enough. It's time to stop where I started."
Knowing that there was no use talking or arguing with him anymore, Amba walked away and picked up the bowl of oil, beginning to make her way out from the room. Unable to resist, she turned back and heeded her son one last bit of advice.
"Everything happens for the best. This isn't the end of your story, Ranveer. This is just the end of a chapter." Ranveer, who'd already turned to stare at the window, looked at his mother, brooding sulkily.
"Your optimism amuses me."
"Your obstinacy doesn't."
-x-
"My love was never about winning her over... It was about always seeing her happy. I would have walked away that night without another word had she simply asked me to... But what she did that night... She broke away the illusion of what I meant to her in those fourteen years, that all my life I lived with a false assurance. The weight of that truth is enough to kill anyone."
Ranveer ran harder and harder as his conversation with his mother from earlier kept ringing in his mind in torment, his breathing growing harder. This was the only defense that his mind kept throwing at him in response, telling him why his mother's explanation was naive and innocent. He was dead. There was no place for life or hope in his heart. No, he wouldn't go down the same road again.
He fell upon his knees at his legs wobbled and failed him, his hands falling upon the grains of sand as the breeze of the sea hit his face in alarming slaps. If only tomorrow would come! He put his face into his hands as he let the air enter his lungs forcefully, taking in another minute of life. Oh, what did his mother know, really? If she were to ever find out what had happened that night...
Ranveer got up and stared at the sparkling waters of the afternoon sea, the white froth preciously washing upon the sand. Years ago, he and Ishaani had sat upon a similar beach for several months when he'd lost hope in life. And then there was that one night when he wanted it all to end. She'd taken him into her arms that night, making his pain her own. He'd succumbed in her arms, falling asleep as the cruel world got too much for him to bear. He'd lost hope in life again. Who would give that back to him? Who would take him into their arms and make his pains their own?
The only woman who tried was no more. The people who loved him always left him. Maybe because he didn't deserve them... Maybe because he wasn't worth it. His Mota Babuji, Ishaani, Ritika... Yes, they all left him. Maybe there was something wrong with him. Maybe he was bad luck. He ruined whose ever life he entered. Yes, he was meant to live alone and die alone. Anybody who loved him suffered the fate of death. He had to be alone - that was the price of success. That was his fate.
But what if life gave him a second chance?
There was not a single day when he hadn't thought about it. A world where Ishaani loved him and embraced him back with open arms. Oh, how he'd given in to her, taking her into his embrace, never leaving her again. Everything was forgotten and everything was forgiven. He was whole again. How could he have forgiven her so quickly after everything that happened, he wondered? But she was his life... his need. How could you not embrace life again?
But as he opened his eyes, he smiled cruelly at the stunning waters. This was real life, not a novel. Second chances didn't exist, and neither a world where Ishaani loved him. He was empty and he had nothing to offer anymore - friendship, trust, love... nothing. Only a shattered heart and a wounded soul to give. And as RV stood up, he stared at the waters with a sad smile upon his face. She no longer needed him to be the dawn to her turbulent and dark nights. And neither could he become one, not when he had become an eclipse.
He silently made his way back to his house, his mind now completely blank. In a few hours, he'd come to know where fate would take him next. But for now, the doused silence of the house soothed his nerves as he stealthily made his way to his room, packing his things up quickly. They'd be leaving for Mumbai the same evening so that they could atleast rest themselves up to be a 100% efficient. It was going to be a very demanding day.
An hour and a half later, Finch and Ranveer stood near their train, baggage in hand. Both of them hugged Kailash and Amba, Finch thanking the old couple for their love and generosity while the latter gave them their blessings and well wishes, inviting his family over the next time he visited Surat. Ranveer touched their feet in blessings before hugged them for perhaps a tad bit longer than he would have done so otherwise, a strange anxiety pumping through his veins. It was as though tomorrow was going to change his life forever. That nothing would remain the same every again.
Kailash patted his cheek lovingly as he asked Ranveer to take care of himself and he asked his father of the same. Amba kissed Ranveer's forehead, a small smile upon her face. It reminded him of the first time she'd sent him away from her to Mumbai. Remember to stay loyal to the people you love, no matter what, alright? Value loyalty above everything else, was what his mother had advised him. He'd been seeing through her advice till this date.
It had been twenty years back then when he had set out to conquer the impossible. Twenty years had changed a lot. But some things never changed, no matter what. The train hooted slowly and he left his mother's hands to plunge into the waters of the cruel world once again. His mother caught hold of his hand and pulled him in for another quick hug.
"God bless you, and may he always keep you happy," she whispered to him.
He separated from her and gave her a teary smile, the uncannily resemblance from twenty years ago too much to bear. Could it be that his mentor had been wrong after all? Was this truly a second chance to complete what he'd left behind several years ago?
"You're just not going to give up now, are you?"
"Let's just say that I have a feeling that tomorrow might change a lot afterall. For the better or for the worse depends upon what's in store for you," replied Amba, a small smile upon her aging features. Ranveer kissed her forehead one final time as the train hooted for the second time.
"I love you so much, Maa. Never change."
Amba and Kailash both hugged Ranveer once again as they bid Ranveer and Finch goodbye, as both of them entered the coach and found their seats within no time upon the famous Shatabdi Express. Ranveer and Finch waved the former's parents goodbye as the train chugged away from the platform, the eager bystanders fading away from their view. Finch and Ranveer stared at each other, the latter now having a small curve of a smile upon his face.
"So this is it, huh?"
"I guess so..." said Ranveer as he shrugged his shoulders, now drained after the emotional excitement from the past five days.
Without speaking another word, Ranveer opened his carry bag and pulled out the topmost book from it, hoping to revisit one last book from his past. Finch looked at him worriedly, somehow feeling much more at unease than he would have liked to admit. This calm exterior of his friend only meant the calm before the storm. What this storm was going to bring though, he didn't know. But when emotions ran so deep and hurt went much deeper than the heart could bear, the storm could never bring anything good. Only after the storm could there be a hope for the warm rays of the sun to break through.
Ranveer flipped through the pages of the diary, a distant smile upon his face. There was no turning back now. He'd kept his vow for six and a half years until she'd decided to reach out to him. He doubted whether she even knew that Ranveer and RV was the same person. Maybe she would be in for a rude shock tomorrow. If she did know that the two entities were the same, he wondered whether she sought him to complete the legacy that his Mota Babuji had started upon.
He was too numb to hope for anything more than that. Ranveer looked up to see Finch staring at him with an electrifying gaze, the current of understanding passing between the two friends without a single word being spoken. This was the return of the prodigal son to the woman who made him the man he proudly came to become today.
This was it. The wait had almost come to an end.
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