Some connections are not born in the present.
They sleep in forgotten corners of time—waiting for two hearts to collide again.
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Rain drizzled softly over the city, blurring streetlights into trembling halos 🌧️. Kiara stood near the school gate, clutching the strap of her bag tightly. Her crisp white shirt and dark grey skirt were slightly damp at the edges, her tie loosened just enough to show exhaustion from the day. Her long hair clung lightly to her shoulders, dark strands framing a face that looked calm—but felt anything but.
Why does my chest feel so tight today? she wondered, pressing a hand over her heart. It feels like I’m waiting for something… or someone.
Students passed by in clusters, laughter echoing briefly before fading into the rain. Yet Kiara remained still, rooted to the same spot, as if moving would mean missing something important.
Across the road, a familiar black car slowed.
Inside it, Rishi Oberoi’s gaze lifted—then froze.
Her.
He hadn’t planned to come anywhere near the school. His day had been filled with meetings, files, voices that demanded answers and obedience. Yet the moment his eyes found Kiara standing alone in the rain, something inside him snapped.
Since when do I stop my car for anyone? he asked himself sharply.
Yet his foot pressed the brake.
Rain tapped against the windshield as Rishi stepped out, the cool droplets darkening his tailored suit. Even drenched, his presence carried authority—broad shoulders, composed posture, eyes sharp yet unsettled 👔🖤.
“Kiara,” he called.
The ease with which her name left his lips startled him.
She turned, eyes widening slightly. “Rishi?”
For a moment, neither spoke.
The rain filled the silence, but something heavier pulsed between them—recognition without memory, familiarity without reason 💞.
“You shouldn’t be standing here alone,” he said finally, voice controlled.
“I was just waiting for my—” She stopped, unsure why the lie refused to form. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” he replied quietly. “It’s raining. Get in. I’ll drop you home.”
She studied him for a second.
Why do I feel safe with him? her mind whispered.
She nodded.
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The car moved through rain-soaked streets, the wipers moving in steady rhythm. Silence settled between them—not awkward, not empty. Alive.
Kiara stared out the window. “Do you ever feel,” she began slowly, “like you’ve lived a moment before… even when you haven’t?”
Rishi’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel.
“Yes,” he answered honestly. “More often than I should.”
She turned toward him. “Like some memories aren’t yours… but they hurt anyway?”
His jaw clenched.
Why does she sound like she’s inside my head?
Before he could reply—
A horn blared.
Lights flashed.
The car skidded.
“Rishi—!”
The impact shattered sound and sense alike.
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Pain exploded—and then came a cry.
Kiara’s cry.
Raw. Broken. Alive. 💔
“Kiara!” Rishi shouted, unbuckling himself instantly as rain and blood blurred together. Her uniform was stained red, her eyes fluttering.
No. Not her.
Fear unlike anything he had known crushed his chest.
I don’t even know her… so why does this feel like losing everything?
Sirens wailed.
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At the hospital, time dissolved into white lights and hurried footsteps. Rishi stood outside the emergency room, fists clenched, blood drying on his hands.
“She’s stable,” the doctor said eventually. “But unconscious.”
Relief crashed into him so violently his knees nearly gave way.
Stay. Please stay.
He didn’t understand why he was praying.
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Kiara drifted in darkness.
In her dream, she was small again—sitting on cold hospital tiles. A boy stood in front of her, knees bruised, eyes fierce with unshed tears.
“You always cried for me,” he said softly.
“And you always came back,” she replied.
A promise echoed—I’ll protect you.
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Rishi sat beside her bed long after visiting hours ended. He brushed her hair back gently.
“Don’t leave,” he whispered. “I don’t know what this feeling is… but it scares me.”
Is this love?
He dismissed it.
But his heart didn’t.
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Outside, Sakshi watched silently.
This isn’t their first meeting, she realized.
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Some truths were buried on purpose
And someone had ensured they forgot.
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