The rain lashed against the clay walls of the haveli, thunder roaring like a beast in the distance. Lightning cut through the dark sky, illuminating the courtyard where Prithvi Raj Chauhan stood—drenched, fierce, unyielding. His breath came heavy, his kurta soaked and clinging to his frame, but his eyes... they burned with something far more dangerous than the storm.
Across from him, under the arched verandah, stood Ishika Rai.
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, jaw clenched, heart pounding so loud she could barely hear the storm. She had come to say goodbye. The city had called her back. This village, with its ancient rules and complicated emotions, had no place in her life.
Except—he did.
"You think you can just walk away?" Prithvi's voice was hoarse, raw. "As if you didn't change everything, Ishika."
She looked away, fighting the ache in her chest. "This was never meant to last. You and I... we're too different. You belong to this village. I belong to another world."
He stepped forward, water dripping from his hands, his eyes never leaving hers. "I don't care where you belong. I only know where I belong—with you."
Her breath caught. He had never said those words before. Never allowed himself to.
"I tried to fight it," he continued, voice cracking, "tried to hate you for how you challenged me, questioned everything I stood for. But Ishika... you didn't break me. You freed me. You made me feel—made me want."
He paused, and the storm softened as if to listen.
"I love you," he said simply. "Not as a man who rules a village. Not as someone you're expected to love back. I love you as a man whose heart only beats in your presence. I love you with every part of me I never thought existed."
Tears rolled down Ishika's cheeks now, mingling with the rain. She took a step forward, then another, until she was standing in the rain with him—shivering, soaked, and undone.
"I was terrified," she whispered. "Terrified of losing myself to someone like you. But I already have... and I don't want it back."
And then—no more words. Just his arms around her, her fingers clutching his shirt, and their lips meeting with a desperation only storm-tossed hearts could understand.

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