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THIRD PERSON
Today, the weather seemed to be stretching in a surreal and almost otherworldly way.
A torrential downpour cascaded from the heavens, drenching everything in sight. The relentless rain soaked two figures standing defiantly in the middle of a bustling Bangalore street, as if the world around them had ceased to exist.
On one side stood Ayesha, and on the other, Armaan.
Armaan, clad in a black shirt and matching black pants, looked like a tempest incarnate. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing muscular forearms that glistened with rainwater. His slightly wet hair clung to his forehead, accentuating his sharp, intense eyes that blazed with an almost uncontainable fury. He looked like a storm ready to unleash its wrath.
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On the opposite side, wrapped in a vibrant red saree that clung to her figure like a second skin, was Ayesha. The saree, a gift from Armaan, now symbolized the passion and turmoil between them. Her eyes, brimming with deep emotions and boundless love, shimmered with the coolness of her devotion. She looked like an ethereal being, untouched by the chaos around her.
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Her demeanor was a stark contrast to Armaan's fiery rage, embodying the serene and unwavering strength of love.
Cars zoomed past, their headlights cutting through the downpour, but neither Armaan nor Ayesha flinched. They stood locked in a silent, intense standoff, as if the world had shrunk to just the space between them.
With a deep breath, Ayesha began to move.
Each step she took towards Armaan seemed to defy the deluge, her figure resolute and unyielding. The distance between them evaporated with each stride, the tension thickening like the air before a thunderclap. As she finally stood inches away from him, the rain seemed to pause, hanging in the air like a shroud of suspended time. She gazed up at him, her tear-filled eyes a stark contrast to his stormy expression. Armaan's anger crackled around him like an electric field, but in that moment, Ayesha's calm presence seemed to pierce through the tumult. They stood there, drenched and breathless, the intensity of their emotions clashing like the elemental forces around them, locked in a battle of fire and ice, passion and tranquility.
