The word struck him like a physical blow. The rain streamed down his face, masking whether he was crying or not. He had built his life on duty. His father had asked him, on his deathbed, to protect Anjali. To keep her safe. And the greatest danger to her, he had always believed, was the violent, consuming hunger he felt every time she laughed.
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The first monsoon rain hit the red earth of Vizag, turning it to the color of burnt sienna. Anjali stood at the edge of the cliff, the salt spray from the Bay of Bengal mingling with the tears on her cheeks. Behind her, she heard the frantic crunch of footsteps on gravel. The word struck him like a physical blow
“Anjali! Link vaddu, tammudu. ”
Vikram stopped three feet away, his chest heaving. His white cotton shirt was already soaked, clinging to the hard lines of his shoulders. “You are my father’s ward. My responsibility.” His father had asked him, on his deathbed, to protect Anjali
And on the rain-drenched cliff, the last barrier between them washed away, leaving only the unbroken, sacred link of two souls finally united.