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The Tempest ( A Rajat-Anushka Fan fiction)
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Ongoing, First published Jul 13, 2015
When  Anushka opened the door  one dark and stormy night, little did she know that the man she was letting in, was entering not only her home but her life.   The winds and  rain had taken the electricity and transport in the city had come to a stand still.  
The man at the door could be anybody.... By letting him in, she was rescuing him from the elements, but  would he be grateful ?   Someday, sometime, would he return the  favour  or ........
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Mithila was completely drenched, but she didn't care. Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as she ran. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though the weight of the years was trying to pull her back, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. And then, she froze. Mazhar stood there, just a few feet away. He was soaked to the bone, rainwater dripping from his hair, running down his face, and pooling at his feet. Their eyes met. For a moment, both of them forgot to breathe. The rain fell heavier around them. The world seemed to narrow until it was just the two of them, standing in the rain. "I left my car keys in the apartment," Mazhar said as though he was trying to convince himself that her sudden appearance had nothing to do with him. That she had only come to return something he had left behind. But deep down, Mazhar knew better. He had left the keys on purpose. It was a small, foolish act-a desperate attempt to see her one more time. He knew it was wrong since he was still holding onto something he should have let go of years ago. But some part of him, which still belonged to her entirely, had refused to walk away without leaving the door open-just a little. Now, standing in front of her, Mazhar felt like he got caught.He could see it in her face-that she knew. That she had uncovered the quiet desperation he had tried so hard to hide. "Did you come to return my keys?" he asked. Mithila didn't answer. She couldn't. The words caught in her throat, tangled with the sob that threatened to break free. And then, before she could think, she moved. Her feet carried her forward in a rush, her arms reaching out as though they had a will of their own. She threw herself against him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly, desperately, as if she were afraid he might vanish. "Don't go, Mazhar" she choked out, her voice breaking as the tears spilled from her eyes, mingling with the rain. "Please...don't Go. Don't leave me alone again."
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Mithila was completely drenched, but she didn't care. Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps as she ran. Each step felt heavier than the last, as though the weight of the years was trying to pull her back, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. And then, she froze. Mazhar stood there, just a few feet away. He was soaked to the bone, rainwater dripping from his hair, running down his face, and pooling at his feet. Their eyes met. For a moment, both of them forgot to breathe. The rain fell heavier around them. The world seemed to narrow until it was just the two of them, standing in the rain. "I left my car keys in the apartment," Mazhar said as though he was trying to convince himself that her sudden appearance had nothing to do with him. That she had only come to return something he had left behind. But deep down, Mazhar knew better. He had left the keys on purpose. It was a small, foolish act-a desperate attempt to see her one more time. He knew it was wrong since he was still holding onto something he should have let go of years ago. But some part of him, which still belonged to her entirely, had refused to walk away without leaving the door open-just a little. Now, standing in front of her, Mazhar felt like he got caught.He could see it in her face-that she knew. That she had uncovered the quiet desperation he had tried so hard to hide. "Did you come to return my keys?" he asked. Mithila didn't answer. She couldn't. The words caught in her throat, tangled with the sob that threatened to break free. And then, before she could think, she moved. Her feet carried her forward in a rush, her arms reaching out as though they had a will of their own. She threw herself against him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly, desperately, as if she were afraid he might vanish. "Don't go, Mazhar" she choked out, her voice breaking as the tears spilled from her eyes, mingling with the rain. "Please...don't Go. Don't leave me alone again."