The rain came as an invitation to rest, to relax, to let the ever steady moment expand into dreamy poetic wonderings.

Her playful laughs were heard through the empty hallways. A man walked up to the stairs and went into a room. She looked at him and stayed behind the long white curtain, thinking he wouldn't find her.

Suddenly she felt her feet lifting from the ground and she was being twirled around. She laughed whilst he smiled at her.

Man: I love you.

Woman: I love you more.

He kept her down and she was about to run again but he kept his arms around her, his grip not letting her to run.

Man: khuda ne jab tujhe banaya hoga ek suroor uske dil mein aaya hoga socha hoga kya doonga tohfe mein tujhe tab ja ke usne mujhe banaya hoga (When God would have made you, a passion would have come over His heart..He must have thought what He'd give you as a gift. Then only He would have made me)

She smiled as his face came closer to hers. His lips slowly brushed hers.

...

After so much summer heat the heavens broke to release a torrent of rain. Om came into his room and threw his suit blazer on his bed and saw that it was raining.

Om walked to his terrace that had a shelter over it. He looked at the dazzling city of Jaipur and extended forward his hand to feel the droplets of rain on the palm of his hand.

A smile crept on his face as he heard a girl playfully laughing and anklets jingling.

But there was no girl with him.

Every time he saw rain though, he always heard a girl laughing and anklets making their music.

...

She walked in the heavy downpour, shivering. She had no idea where she was headed. She didn't have a home to go back to like everyone else. She had no family to go back to like everyone else.

She was lonely and she guessed that she'd be lonely forever.

Why?

Because no one wanted her.

Not going to say much but inspired by the book The Cursed Bride by Madhuri Tamse. Mixed with some royalty like in my book Kismat.

To be continued when my exams finish.