The air was heavy. Not with rain, not with dust—
But with the weight of a past that refused to die.
After five long years, she was back...
Wrapped in a beige trench coat, hair damp with the soft drizzle, Meher stepped out of the black SUV like a ghost returning to her own story. The city hadn't changed much. But she had. Her eyes no longer searched for the familiar. They avoided it.
The gates of Raigadh Mansion creaked open—
Old bricks. Old secrets.
And a memory buried deep in every corner.
"She's back," whispered the walls.
The past trembled slightly.
Somewhere across the city, a man paused mid-conversation.
A heartbeat skipped.
A storm was quietly preparing.
But this was not just a return.
This… was the beginning of something that would burn and bloom.
Love. Revenge. Regret.
And a truth darker than night itself.
And so began their second meeting—
As strangers… once again.
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