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It was raining that afternoon. She loved the rains, they can be diabolically haunting and at the same time arouse love or a maddening desire. And the continual rains in the past month had initiated a phase of unaccounted gloom. Or maybe her own melancholy was reflected by nature. She was not overtly attached to him, or so it seemed at the beginning. However, as time passed, their affection deepened. There couldn't have been two people anymore different than them and yet together, yoked by some inexplicable bond. Perhaps she wasn't completely conscious during those moments but even in her current state, one thought possessed her, to be with Harsh. She could hear him calling her. Naina.... in his soft hypnotic voice. His voice always comforted her but today it induced a sense of restlessness. She grew increasingly uncomfortable reminiscing the time spent with him. Those memories seemed an eternity away. A tear rolled down her cheek as the gravity of her situation dawned up...