The moment he saw her. He knew. He'd seen her before. They've spent ages together. Hand in hand. Arm in arm. Walking across lonely forests, wearing nothing but moonlight.
But. He didn't know her name. He never had.
She stretched out her hand to him. He refused to take it. His mind wandered off to a place he'd never seen before. To a place he'd been avoiding all his life.
She started humming Iqbal Bano. Then. He Knew. He knew where she's been all this while. In his heart. A place he seldom visited.