The storm had not relented; if anything, it had grown fiercer. The Rathore Palace trembled beneath the unrelenting downpour. Lightning slashed across the sky, illuminating the marble floors, the torn curtains, and the shadows that twisted across the grand hall.
Saanvi stood between two men who were more than just figures in her life — they were extremes: Advay, her protector, fire incarnate; Kabir, her past, obsession incarnate.
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