Kenith snorted. "The one with our ‘future predictions’? I said I’d own a private island."
Kenith stepped forward. "We don’t need a ghost to remind us. We’re here. Right now. That’s real." Neelam Rajsi Kenith Tejaswini 20 March Mega Ful...
Neelam stood up, chair scraping. "We never made any promise." Kenith snorted
Tejaswini, the quiet one who had become a surprisingly successful game developer, smiled into her cold coffee. "No. Something stranger." "We don’t need a ghost to remind us
Rajsi, ever the artist with paint-stained fingers, pushed a cup of chai aside. "You called us here, Neelam. You start."
The café lights returned. The barista was back, wiping a glass. A couple laughed by the window. The world hadn’t ended.
She slid out a single photograph. It was the four of them, taken just last week — at the same café, wearing the same clothes they had on right now . In the photo, a fifth figure stood behind them, blurry and indistinct. Behind that figure, the café’s neon sign flickered: .