Until We Meet Again Epilogue

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  In the year 2086, under a somber sky, an 83-year-old Shivam stood at the quiet graveyard, a place he had faithfully visited for decades. The wrinkles on his face bore witness to the passage of time, yet his heart remained tethered to memories of his late wife, Anika. Their journey together had spanned the highs and lows of life until fate had led Anika into the eternal embrace of time itself.

  “Hello, my love,” Shivam murmured softly, kneeling beside Anika's weathered gravestone. “Another year has passed, and yet it feels like just yesterday. I fought against time itself to save you from death.”

  As he traced her name with trembling fingers, a mixture of sorrow and gratitude washed over him. “I miss you more than words can express, Anika. Our time together was a precious gift—one that I cherish every single day.”

  Memories flooded his mind—echoes of their laughter, dreams whispered in the night. Despite the passage of time and the conclusion of their earthly journey, Shivam felt a deep sense of peace. “The time loop has ended, but our love remains eternal,” he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering devotion.

  With a final gaze at the horizon, where the sun dipped below the skyline, Shivam felt Anika's presence envelop him like a warm embrace. “Until we meet again, my dear,” he said, his words carrying a promise that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

  And as he walked away from the gravestone, a serene smile graced Shivam's lips. He knew that their timeless love story, though concluded in this life, would forever endure in eternity.

 

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