That night, Room 407 sat together.
No phones.
No plans.
Just the window open.
Traffic breathing.
Four girls.
Four directions.
One room.
Pihu said quietly, "Do you ever feel like we're standing at different doors?"
Meher nodded. "And all of them open outward."
Nandini smiled. "And somehow still lead back here."
Ananya leaned her head against the wall.
"I don't know who I'll be in five years," she said. "But I know who taught me to become."
They didn't toast.
They didn't promise forever.
They just stayed.
And that was enough.