chanda_writtes
तुझमें रब दिखता है, यारा, मैं क्या करूँ?
सज्दे सर झुकता है, यारा, मैं क्या करूँ?||
"You see Shiv Parvati as the ideal couple, right?" Shivaan asked softly.
"Yes," she replied. "Their love, their devotion, the bond they share that purity is what I crave."
Slowly, reverently, he sank to one knee. Her breath hitched. He took her hands, pressing his forehead gently against her palms.
"You see Shiv-Parvati as your ideal love," he whispered. "I know I'm not divine he is the Supreme God. I'm not even a speck at his feet. But devotion can be human too. So let me be devoted to you the way Shiva is to Parvati."
His voice grew firmer, filled with quiet intensity.
"If he destroys evil to protect his world, I'll destroy anything that dares to hurt you because you are my world, Shivika."
He lifted his head, his eyes burning with sincerity.
"Let me be your protector, your safe place, your constant. My devotion is yours."
Tears slid down her cheeks-not of fear, but of relief and hope.
She stepped closer, tightening her grip around his hands.
"If you're truly devoted... I'll let you in."
Rishaan bowed again, resting his forehead against hers.
"I'll spend my life making sure this devotion never breaks. You are my world. My devotion. My everything."
In that sacred moment, it felt as though the universe itself had paused silently blessing two hearts that had finally found each other.