They never spoke of that night again. But two years later, Rohan legally changed his name to Ayaan. He burned his old passport. He left data science, became a carpenter, and never visited Kurukshetra again.
“Your leaf,” the old man whispered.
He didn’t push Kavya away. He didn’t leap. He simply whispered, “I am not Rohan Mehra anymore.” bhrigu samhita kundli