here was no grand finale.
No fireworks or background score.
Just moonlight, mint tea, and two women rediscovering each other in the quiet.
Trisha Singhania—once a fortress of pride and power—let her walls down, not with speeches, but with silences filled by touch and truth.
Reeva Khanna—all fire, sarcasm, and control—chose to stay. Not out of need, but out of choice. She loved Trisha, but more importantly, she loved herself enough to ask for honesty.
Yashika and Tanvi, in their own rhythm, danced around beginnings—awkward, honest, and curious. Maybe not a love story yet… but something warm, something budding.
And Arjun?
He smiled as he walked down the hallway of Toast of Royals, satisfied that for once, meddling brought healing.
There were no perfect endings here.
Just people choosing each other—flaws, fears, feelings and all.
And sometimes, that was enough.