After Ravi’s final defeat on the Goa beach, the running stops. For the first time, Priya and Arjun have something close to peace. No more looking over shoulders. No more midnight escapes. Just the slow rhythm of waves, salt air, and each other.

They stay in the same small bamboo hut by the quiet north Goa beach. Arjun turns the front yard into a makeshift bike repair spot—old tires stacked, tools on a wooden bench, a sign painted in red: “Arjun Autos – Fix Anything.” Locals bring scooters and Enfields; tourists pay extra for quick jobs. Cash flows steady. Enough to eat, drink beer at sunset, and keep the hut roof from leaking.