Present: He sits alone on a terrace at sunset. Her photo in his hand, torn at the edge – but he never threw it away.

"Tum todo na dil mera – toh sahi, par thoda dheere todo." (Break my heart – fine, but break it a little slowly.)

"Pehle toda tha, ab aankhein bhi na milao?" (You broke it before, now won’t even meet my eyes?)

A close-up of a phone screen showing a half-typed message: "I still..." The cursor blinks. Fingers hover but don’t type.