PROLOUGE

                                    

                                          
Mohobaat ki pheli khatha tum ho
khuda se mangi phele dua tum ho
jiski rihai na ho vo saza tum ho 
mere har dard ki dawa tum ho
jo le raha ho sanse unki 
wajha tum ho..
                - me 
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The rain poured relentlessly, creating a symphony of droplets against the sleek car windows. Dev Joshi, a business icon known for his calculated demeanor, signaled his driver to stop. The driver, accustomed to Dev’s rare impulses, obeyed without question.
"Sir, is everything alright?" the driver asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.
Dev's attention was captured by an enchanting sight outside. Amidst the downpour, a young woman stood with her arms wide open, as if trying to embrace the heavens. Her laughter, pure and uninhibited, echoed through the deserted street. Her joy was palpable, radiating an infectious energy that pierced through the rain's cold veil.
"Look at her," Dev murmured, his voice barely audible over the rain. He lowered his window slightly, letting in the fresh, rain-scented air. "She’s… mesmerizing."
The driver glanced outside and nodded, sharing in his boss's silent awe. "She certainly is, sir."
Dev couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her name, whispered on the wind, seemed to find its way to him. "Ananya," he breathed, tasting the name as if it were a rare delicacy.
A concerned voice called out from a nearby building, breaking the spell. "Ananya, come home! If you stay in the rain, you'll catch a fever!"
Ananya turned, her face lighting up with an even brighter smile. "Just a little longer! I want to feel alive!"
Dev’s heart skipped a beat. There was something about her, a wild, uncontainable spirit that stirred long-dormant emotions within him.
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Later that evening, in the warmth of a cozy café, Ananya sat with her best friend, Rhea. The café buzzed with the chatter of patrons, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the scent of rain-soaked earth.
"Ananya, one of these days, you're going to catch your death of cold," Rhea said, her tone a mix of affection and exasperation.
Ananya stared out the window, lost in thought. "Rhea, I know it sounds silly, but I feel like there’s someone out there, someone I’m meant to find. Someone who’ll understand this craziness."
Rhea laughed, shaking her head. "Ever the hopeless romantic. But I hope you find him. I really do."
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In his penthouse office, Dev sat at his desk, his mind miles away from the spreadsheets and business proposals in front of him. He picked up a delicate scarf, forgotten in the rain, now carefully dried and neatly folded. It belonged to her. He closed his eyes, inhaling her lingering scent.
"Now, all I want is you, Ananya," he whispered to himself. "Our first encounter has already driven me mad. This is just a glimpse, a taste of the longing you’ve awakened in me."
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Fate is a master of cruel games. No matter how much control we believe we have, destiny always has the final word. Dev and Ananya’s paths crossed repeatedly, each encounter deepening the bond between them, making Dev fall even harder for her.
One night, standing by the window of her small apartment, Ananya dialed Ray's number, her hands trembling. As the rain pelted the glass, she poured out her heart.
"I love you, Ray," she confessed, her voice quivering with emotion. "I’ve loved you since the first moment I saw you."
Ray's response was immediate, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much, Ananya. More than I ever thought possible."
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The day of their engagement dawned bright and clear, a stark contrast to the stormy night before. Ananya descended a grand staircase, her best friend Maya at her side, resplendent in a dress that shimmered like starlight. She walked towards Dev, who stood waiting, his eyes filled with love and admiration.
As she reached him, they exchanged smiles that spoke of shared dreams and unspoken promises. Dev took her hand, slipping a ring onto her finger. The crowd erupted in cheers, and soon after, they signed their marriage certificates, binding their lives together.
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Ray, Dev’s old rival, drove through the city, a rare smile playing on his lips. Life had been unexpectedly kind to him recently. But fate had other plans. A car suddenly swerved in front of him, forcing him to an abrupt stop.
"What the hell?" Ray muttered, stepping out of his car in a rage. He marched over to the offending vehicle and knocked on the window.
The window slid down, revealing Dev’s cold, unyielding gaze.
Ray’s fury melted into fear. "Dev… what are you doing here?"
Dev’s voice was ice. "We have unfinished business, Ray."
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At a grand ball, Ananya found herself in Dev’s arms, their bodies moving in perfect harmony to the music. She clutched her dress tighter as he pressed a gentle kiss to her bare shoulder, sending shivers down her spine.
Outside, Ray stumbled, rain drenching his clothes as Dev approached. The night was a blur of fear and regret for Ray, culminating in a sudden, searing pain as a bullet found its mark in his chest. Dev and Siddarth buried him in the cold, unforgiving ground before disappearing into the night.
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Back at her apartment, Ananya placed her hand on the cold windowpane, watching the raindrops fall, mirroring her tears. "Even the seasons aren’t as unfaithful as I have become," she whispered, her voice breaking. The rain, relentless and indifferent, continued to pour, as if to wash away her sorrow.
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