Hearts we leave behind
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Concluída seg, set 8, 202516m
In London, love had been soft.
Rain on the windows, Raghav's laughter in the kitchen, my books spread across his lap while he traced idle circles on my wrist. It was a life I'd built far from the whispers of my hometown, a love so steady it felt like home itself.
But coming back meant facing the ghosts I'd left behind.
But at the end nothing lingered longer than it needed to.
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"You're always running toward storms," he murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "And I... I follow like a fool chasing thunder." Kaveri's gaze didn't waver. "Maybe you're not chasing. Maybe you were always meant to walk beside the storm." He stepped closer. "You terrify me," he confessed - not as a man afraid, but as one who has known beauty too sharp to hold. "Not because of your fire. But because every time you walk away, I forget how to breathe." A pause. A heartbeat. "You should have let me go," she said, voice barely above wind. "I did," he replied. "Every night, in dreams. And every dawn, I woke up burning." He reached for her hand - not in haste, but with the reverence of someone touching fate. Their fingers met, the contact soft but searing, like a spark born not from friction but recognition. Then, in that moment suspended between lifetimes, he whispered in Sanskrit - a verse from a poem she knew but had never heard from his lips: "Yatra nari pūjyante, ramante tatra devatāḥ." Where women are worshipped, there the gods rejoice. "You are not mine," he said. "But I will spend lifetimes proving I am worthy to walk in your light." And when he kissed her, it wasn't with possession. It was with prayer.
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