Vivaan looked back once and felt the fair still thump inside him. The drums, the play, and the flying arrow were not just for cheers.

As they walked on, Vivek said, “Dussehra is not just a story we watch.” Vivaan nodded and said, “It’s a choice, isn’t it—tell the truth, even in small things.”

Kavya patted her doll, and Kiran said, “That is where brave begins.” Vivaan smiled and walked on, carrying the night like a promise.