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She screamed his name and ran into his arms , crashing like a wave that he had long forgotten what it sounded like.In those few seconds, he re-lived the beauty and the loss of the life that he had loved once. She beamed at him and something broke inside him all over again.
Myrah or Paro. It seemed the universe had re-bottled the magic for Rudra. She may not be Paro but Paro and Myrah were woven from the same soul cloth.
Oh, the universe and its sense of magic and humour.
Pushpa Impossible
