“Tell me the truth.”
“Love does not mean I have to possess her, marry her, and be with her all my life. I want her to be happy.” Karan handed over the cue to Arjun and stood up straight.
Arjun felt the pangs of Karan’s sorrow tear through his own body as he held the cue vertically in his hand. Life had always betrayed Karan. He wished he could make up for it somehow.
“I know she will be happy with you -- she has chosen you.” Karan’s eyes were shining.
“Today you have really lived up to your namesake. Daana Veera Shoora Karna.” Arjun dropped the cue onto the pool table, scattering the remaining balls.
“The more things change, the more they remain the same.” Karan engulfed Arjun in a tight hug.
Arjun wiped a tear from his eye. Karan’s nobility had touched his soul. Always the giver. Never the receiver.