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She came to pray. He came to play.
When a mischievous boy steals Vrinda's favorite temple bench-and maybe her peace-sparks fly in a place built for silence.
What begins as irritation turns into something softer, stranger... and possibly sacred.
"I came here to pray."
"And yet here you are-talking to me."
One bench. One boy. Too many glances.
She asked for peace. God sent Rudra instead.
A slow-burn story of sharp glances, shared silences, and the kind of love that feels like a disruption-and a blessing.
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