Author's Note: Hello friends,

The story so far has taught us a great deal about Anna and Edward's lives. There will be several turns and twists. However, we will dive into greater length about Sunny and Agnes's beautiful story in the upcoming chapters. Savor the beloved and iconic romance between our Khushi and Arnav!

Sunny's once-vibrant, colorful world was now cloaked in darkness. His personality had been robbed of its vibrant colors by his separation from Angelina, leaving just a dark palette of subdued feelings. His friendly, humorous, and whimsical side seemed to have disappeared, to be replaced by a deep sense of loss. Sunny's days were now reverberated with the terrible silence of solitude, instead of the music of his laughter. There was a tangible heaviness in the air that replaced the dazzling energy that had distinguished him. His loved ones, who were used to Sunny's vibrant presence, were deeply disturbed by their loss. "Tum poore kamare ko roshan kar deti thi, Sunny. Vah aadami kisi bhi naaraajagi ko achcha dikhaane mein kaise kaamayaab hua(You used to brighten the whole room, Sunny. How did that guy manage to make any frown look good?)" Sunny gives a mournful smile. "Mainne kuch anamol cheez kho di. Aisa lagata hai maano mera ek tukada usake saath choot gaya ho(I lost something precious. It seems as though a piece of me left with her.)" Sunny no longer possessed the eccentric spirit that had previously delighted in spontaneity and mischief. His once-loved jokes gave way to an intense feeling of introspection. His enthusiastic, vibrant attire gave way to dark hues that echoed the tempest inside. "Sunny,aapane aakhiri baar un moorkhataapoorn chatur chutakulo mein se ek kab nikaala tha? Dost, hame maza yaad aata hai(when did you last pull one of those goofy clever jokes? Buddy, we miss the fun.)" Sunny gives a headshake. "Mujhe yakeen nahi hai. Ab, yah sab nirarthak lagata hai(I'm not sure. Now, it all seems meaningless.)" Underneath the calm exterior, Sunny was navigating an ocean of invisible tears. Every repressed feeling loomed large, ready to explode, leaving him open to the storm of his anguish. "Hum sab tumhaare baare mein chintit hai, Sunny. Yah sab apane andar nahi rakha ja sakata. Yaar, ise baahar jaane do(We're all concerned about you, Sunny. It cannot all be kept within. Man, let it out.)" Sunlight sighs. "Bas yahi khaalipan hai, aur aisa mahasoos hota hai ki main jo kuch bhi karata hoon vah ise bharane ka ek prayaas hai, lekin kuch bhi kaam nahi karata hai(There's just this void, and it feels like everything I do is an attempt to fill it, but nothing works.)" Sunny set out on a self-discovery journey in the depths of his gloom. The echoes of their laughter together and the ruins of the love he had lost gave him comfort. Now, the once jovial spirit longed for a glimpse of light to lead him from the darkness. "Shaayad mujhe yah pata lagaana chaahiye ki main apane andar ki roshani ko phir se kaise jagaoon. Angelina ke bina, mujhe aisa lagata hai jaise main andhere mein kho gaya hoon. Vah meri roshani thi(Perhaps I should figure out how to rekindle the light inside of me. Without Angelina, I feel like I'm lost in the dark. She was my light.)" Sunny longed for a flash of insight that would restore him to the lively being he used to be, but instead, he was burdened by his emotions. Though the path ahead was uncertain and the journey ahead promised to heal, time would tell whether the laughter that defined him would return to drive the darkness away.

Chandigarh, Punjab:

Among the rush of city life, in the bustling streets of Chandigarh, a beautiful 24-year-old named Agnes Jacob was caught up in a wonderful journey. She murmured animatedly to herself, a cycle in disarray, her contagious energy a contrast to the mechanical problems. "Oh,tum ziddi cheez ho! Ek baar ke liye, aap theek se vyavahaar kyon nahi kar sakate? Yah ek vidrohi bachche ko sambhaalane jaisa hai(you stubborn thing! For once, why can't you behave properly? It's like handling a rebellious child.)" Her hands expertly fiddled with the straggling chain, and her looks were a lovely blend of amusement and irritation. She had no idea that the audience was observing her from a distance, enthralled by her quirky charm. A joyful melody flowed across Agnes's lips as she worked on her cycle, transforming her frown into a playful smile. She just appeared to radiate a certain kind of humor, bubbliness, and cuteness. "There you have it, meri pyaari cycle is baar hamane tumhe maaf kar diya hai. Haalaanki, sahi dhang se pradarshan kare, anyatha mujhe aapako cycle therapist ke paas bhejana pad sakata hai(There you have it, cycle, my dear. We've forgiven you this time. However, perform correctly, or I may have to send you to a cycle therapist.)" Her phone rang right as she was about to end her comedic monologue with a fake furrowed brow. Agnes turned quickly, her hair blowing in the wind, and she presented her energetic and endearing side to the audience. "Hello?Aapako vishvaas nahi hoga ki meri cycle ne abhi mere saath kya kiya. Aisa lagata hai ki yah svayan hi kaary kar raha hai(You won't believe what my cycle did to me just now. It seems to be acting on itself.)" Now that they had come to understand Agnes stronger the audience couldn't seem to help but grin at the sight of this vivacious and charming young lady. In the meantime, life went on with its own set of pleasures and difficulties in her middle-class family with her mother Theresia. "Agnes,vah phone par kaun tha(who was that on the phone?)" Agnes chuckles. "Oh, Amma, bas ek dost! Aap sthiti jaanate hai. Chandigarh mein, dainik jeevan ek anubhav hai(Oh, Mom, just a friend! You know the situation. In Chandigarh, daily life is an experience.)" 

With a laughing heart and an unwavering spirit, Agnes persevered in navigating the delightful chaos of her life as the sun sank beyond the horizon, bathing the city in a warm glow. She had no idea that the people who watched Agnes Jacob dance so vibrantly in Chandigarh's bustling streets would find great satisfaction in her daily adventures. A serious, roughly arrogant figure emerged from the throng, quite a contrast from the vibrant streets of Chandigarh. Now on a mission as a businessman, Sunny brought a level of intensity that seemed to contradict the lively spirit of the city. Sunny had changed from the carefree and cheerful attitude he had once portrayed upon his arrival in Chandigarh. Clad in sophisticated business attire, he moved around the city with a purpose that made him stand out. His straightforward manner appeared to outshine even the vivid hues of the streets. "Tum alag lag rahe ho, Sunny. Kya hua(You seem different, Sunny. What happened?)" Sunny feels irritated. "Mujhe chalaane ke liye ek business mila hai, aur main kisi aur cheez se dhyaan bhatakaane ka jokhim nahi utha sakata(I've got a business to run, and I can't afford to be distracted by anything else.)" A wall of ego encircled Sunny as he entered the realm of business meetings and negotiations. Sunny, who was formerly personable and friendly, was replaced by a man who was motivated by ambition as well as troubled by internal conflicts. "Sunny,hamaara lakshy pratispardha karane ke bajaay milakar kaam karana hai. Aaie kuch saamaany aadhaar sthaapit kare(our goal is to work together rather than compete. Let's establish some common ground.)" Sunny smirked. "Pratiyogita jeetane ke baad meri sthiti ko common ground kaha jaata hai. Let's get to the point(My position after winning the competition is called common ground. Let's get to the point.)" Within Sunny, despite the clean facade, there were traces of the past. His current attitude is shadowed by the hurt of separation and the recollections of a love lost. It was difficult for many who remembered the carefree Sunny of the past to make peace with the serious and business-oriented man standing in front of them. "Sunny,us aadami ka kya hua jo kisi bhi cheez mein haasy dhoondh sakata tha(what happened to the guy who could find humor in anything?)" Sunny scowls. "Us aadami ko paripakv hone aur sachchai ka saamana karane ki jaroorat thi. Business jagat games ke liye jagah nahi hai(That guy needed to mature and face the truth. The business world is not a place for games.)" The packed Chandigarh bus jerked to a stop and as the passengers poured off onto the busy street, destiny brought Agnes and Sunny, two completely different people, together. Agnes stepped off the bus with a spring in her step, full of her regular enthusiasm, completely unaware of the gloomy person standing in her way. Committed to his thoughts, Sunny veered straight into Agnes's path, making the crash inevitable. "Are Mister, saavadhaan! Kya aap andhe hai ya kuch aur(Hey, mister, watch it! Are you blind or something?)" Sunny snatches her hand roughly. "Shaayad aapako atisakriy kharagosh ki tarah idhar-udhar uchal-kood karane ke bajaay, yah dekhana chaahiye ki aap kahaan ja rahe hai(Maybe you should watch where you're going, instead of bouncing around like a hyperactive bunny.)" Never one to back down, Agnes held her ground, her flaming glint in her eyes challenging Sunny's arrogance. "Aapako kya lagata hai ki aap kya hai? Mujh par jhapatana aur phir is tarah pratikriya karana jaise ki aap sadak ke maalik ho(Who do you think you are? Slamming into me and then reacting as though you were the street's owner?)" Sunny is furious. "Shaayad aapako kuch manners seekhane ki zaroorat hai. Har kisi ko aapaki utsaahapoorn utsaah saraahaneey nahi lagata(Perhaps you need to learn some manners. Not everybody finds your exuberant enthusiasm admirable.)" Agnes, with her stubbornness, and Sunny, with his severe manner, engaged in a verbal joust of insults that intensified their clash of personalities. "Aap yuva shareer vaale ek krodhi boodhe vyakti hai. Samay-samay par muskuraana seekhe(You're just a  grumpy old man with a young body. Learn to smile once in awhile.)" Sunny answers. "Mujhe aise kisi vyakti se khushi ke sabak ki zaroorat nahi hai jo jeevan ko ek satat comedy show ki tarah maanata hai(I don't need lessons in joy from someone who treats life like a perpetual comedy show.)" Agnes's eyes glowed with sudden, unexpected amusement as they spoke. Her resistance changed into a lighthearted challenge instead of escalating the disagreement. "You know what, Mister Grumpy? Tum sirf mujh par gussa ho, ek ladaki, kyonki tum mujhase ladakhada gai. Aap kitane moorkh ho sakate hai(You know what, Mr. Grumpy? You're only mad at me, a girl because you tripped over me. How foolish can you get?)" Sunny was unable to deal with it. "Moorkh? Yah bakavaas mera bahut adhik samay le leti hai(Foolish? This nonsense takes up too much of my time.)" 

Sunny was taken aback when Agnes, wearing a cheeky smile, made a farewell remark that stopped him dead. "Mr. Grumpy,aapako sambhavatah adhik baar muskuraana chaahiye. Parinaamasvaroop aap kam ubaoo ho sakate hai(you should probably smile more frequently. You might become less boring as a result.)" Taken aback by the sudden turn of events, Sunny observed as Agnes proceeded, abandoning a confused businessman and a flurry of activity in her wake.