!!When We Meet Again!! Kriyansh Fanfic !!D3!!

Prologue – Some Goodbyes AreNever Meant to Be Forever

Love.

People often say that true love always finds its wayback.

But what if fate itself decides to stand in its way?

What if two people, deeply in love, are separated not bychoice, not by betrayal, but by a truth too painful to reveal?

Ten years.

Ten long years had passed since two hearts were tornapart by a goodbye that never received an explanation.

Back then, they were simply Reyansh Singhania and KriyaGhai—two passionate dancers who believed every performance told a story andevery heartbeat followed its own rhythm.

They had dreamed together.

Laughed together.

Fallen in love together.

And then...

They had become strangers.

The world believed Kriya had walked away to chase herdreams abroad, leaving behind the boy who had loved her with everything he had.

Rey never tried to stop her.

Kriya never looked back.

At least, that was the story everyone knew.

But the truth...

The truth had been buried beneath silence, sacrifice, andsecrets.

Some nights, Rey still found himself standing in theempty halls of his dance academy long after everyone had left. Music echoedthrough the studio, but to him, every melody carried the memory of the girl whohad once taught him that dancing wasn't about perfection—it was about feeling.

Every achievement felt incomplete.

Every applause reminded him of the one person who wasn'tthere to hear it.

Miles away, Kriya had built a life many only dreamed of.She had choreographed international productions, trained world-class dancers,and earned countless awards.

Yet every standing ovation ended the same way.

With her eyes searching the crowd...

For someone who was never there.

She had kept one promise.

She never returned.

Because returning meant facing the man whose heart shebelieved she had shattered forever.

Both had learned to smile.

Both had learned to hide their pain.

Neither had learned to stop loving.

And somewhere in the shadows...

Someone had been watching.

Waiting.

Patiently guarding a secret that had changed two lives.

A secret written in forgotten letters.

A truth hidden inside unanswered phone calls.

A lie that had stolen ten precious years.

But lies have a way of unraveling.

No matter how carefully they are buried.

Sometimes, all it takes is one unexpected invitation.

One reunion.

One dance.

One chance to ask the question that should have beenasked a decade ago.

"Why did you leave?"

Neither Rey nor Kriya knew that destiny had already begunwriting the next chapter of their story.

A chapter where old friends would reunite.

Old promises would be tested.

Hidden enemies would emerge from the past.

And two hearts, separated by time, would finally discoverthat some goodbyes are not endings.

They are simply pauses...

...until love finds its way home.

Because every unfinished love story deserves one lastdance.

Chapter 1

A Life Built on Memories

Mumbai

The city had changed.

The skyline was taller.

The roads busier.

The dreams bigger.

But for Reyansh Singhania...

Some things had never changed.

The large glass windows of Reyansh Dance Studios, India's most prestigious dance academy, overlooked the glittering city lights. The academy buzzed with excitement as students hurried through rehearsals, instructors shouted counts, and music echoed through every hallway.

"Five... six... seven... eight!"

The synchronized footsteps reverberated across Studio One.

A group of dancers completed their routine before the music came to a stop.

Silence.

Every eye shifted toward the man standing near the mirrored wall.

Dressed in a simple black T-shirt, grey joggers, and white sneakers, Rey stood with his arms folded across his chest. At thirty-four, he carried himself with quiet confidence. Success had polished his personality, but not erased the warmth that had once made him the heart of the D3 gang.

He observed the dancers for a moment before speaking.

"Good."

The students exchanged relieved smiles.

"But good isn't enough."

The smiles disappeared instantly.

"You all know the steps," Rey continued calmly, walking toward them. "Anyone can memorize choreography. What makes a performance unforgettable is what you feel while dancing."

He pointed toward one of the dancers.

"You smiled."

The young woman nodded nervously.

"But your eyes looked empty."

She lowered her gaze.

Rey softened his tone.

"When you dance... don't perform for the audience."

He paused.

"Dance for the one person you never want to stop watching you."

The studio fell silent.

No one noticed the faint sadness hidden behind his words.

"Let's do it again."

The music started.

This time...

The dancers danced with their hearts.

A small smile appeared on Rey's face.

"That's better."

Just then, the studio doors burst open.

"Reyyyy!"

The loud, familiar voice echoed through the academy.

The students laughed before stepping aside as a man in a navy blazer walked in carrying two coffee cups.

"You're terrifying your students again," Swayam said dramatically.

Rey rolled his eyes.

"I'm teaching."

"No."

Swayam handed him a coffee.

"You're giving philosophical TED Talks."

The students burst into laughter.

Rey couldn't help smiling.

Some things really never changed.

"Break for fifteen minutes," Rey announced.

The dancers quickly dispersed.

Swayam leaned against the mirror.

"You know... every year I think you'll become less strict."

"And every year you're wrong."

"I miss the old Rey."

"The one who lost every dance battle against me?"

"You wish."

They both laughed.

For a moment...

It felt like they were back in St. Louis College.

"So," Swayam said, sipping his coffee. "Mom called."

Rey groaned.

"What now?"

"She thinks you're working too much."

"She's not wrong."

"She also thinks it's time you got married."

Rey gave him a look.

"Swayam..."

"I'm just the messenger."

"And?"

"And I told her I'd ask."

Rey shook his head with a faint smile.

"Tell Mom not to worry."

"That's exactly what you've been saying for ten years."

The smile slowly faded.

Swayam immediately regretted his words.

The name neither of them spoke lingered silently between them.

Kriya.

After all these years...

She still existed in every silence.

"I'm sorry," Swayam said quietly.

Rey looked out through the glass wall overlooking the city.

"You don't have to apologize."

"I know."

"It's just..."

He exhaled slowly.

"Some chapters don't end the way we expect them to."

Before Swayam could reply, Rey's assistant entered.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"A courier arrived for you."

"I didn't order anything."

"It doesn't have a sender's name."

She handed over a cream-colored envelope.

Old-fashioned.

Elegant.

Sealed with dark blue wax.

Something about it felt...

Different.

Rey carefully broke the seal.

Inside was a single black invitation card.

No company logo.

No signature.

Just elegant silver lettering.

National Dance Excellence Championship 2036

Chief Judge

Mr. Reyansh Singhania

Venue:

Mumbai Convention Centre

Date:

15 August

Below the invitation...

Someone had handwritten a single sentence.

"Some reunions are written by destiny."

Rey's heartbeat slowed.

He frowned.

"That's strange," Swayam murmured.

Rey turned the card over.

Nothing.

No sender.

No explanation.

Just as he slipped it back into the envelope, a small folded photograph fell onto the wooden floor.

He bent to pick it up.

The moment he saw it...

The world around him disappeared.

It was an old photograph from their St. Louis College days.

The entire D3 gang stood together, laughing after a dance competition.

Amar was making a funny face.

Nil looked annoyed.

Vicky had his arm around Bharat.

Sharon stood beside Swayam.

And there...

Standing next to Rey...

Was Kriya.

Young.

Carefree.

Smiling at him as if the future held nothing but endless possibilities.

On the back of the photograph, written in familiar handwriting, were six words:

"Meet me where it all began."

Rey's fingers trembled.

He knew that handwriting.

He would recognize it anywhere.

"Kriya..." he whispered.

Before he could gather his thoughts, his phone vibrated.

Unknown Number.

He hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Hello?"

For a few seconds...

Only silence.

Then a woman's calm voice spoke.

"Mr. Singhania..."

"Yes?"

"I hope you'll accept the invitation."

"Who is this?"

"You'll have all your answers soon."

"Wait—"

The line went dead.

Rey stared at the phone.

His pulse raced.

Outside, the city carried on as usual.

Inside, a past he had spent ten years trying to bury had just knocked on his door once again.

Somewhere else in the same city...

An airplane descended through the clouds toward Mumbai.

A woman looked out of the window as tears quietly filled her eyes.

"Home..." she whispered.

And for the first time in ten years...

Kriya Ghai had returned.