Chapter 3 Falling Into Destiny
The sky over Mumbai, Maharashtra darkened as thunder rumbled through the city. Rain poured in sheets, drenching the streets and sending streams racing along the gutters. Krish rode his bike through the storm, his black shirt clinging to his body, the familiar adrenaline and anger in him mingling with the electric tension of the storm.
Suddenly, a streak of light tore through the downpour. A figure—a girl with long black hair and an aura that felt impossible in the mortal world—plummeted from the sky. Before Krish could react, she fell directly into his arms, soaking wet, fragile, and entirely human.
Prena?” Krish gasped, his heartbeat hammering. Her presence was undeniable, yet impossible.
She blinked up at him, drenched, magical power hidden and sealed by her sudden arrival in the human world
Her voice trembled as she spoke:
“Krish… so Your Flute Actually Reached Me And Made Me Fall From My Butterfly Realm She Shouted In Panic
Her Midnight Amethyst Chain Spoke In Her Mind Saying Your Princess Your Danger A Human Saw You
You Must Run Your Not Safe Here On Earth
Krish’s grip on her tightened instinctively, the storm whipping around them, yet his focus was only on her. He could feel a strange warmth radiating from her, a pulse of something that felt like the Butterfly Realm itself.
Prena’s gaze lifted to the sky, searching for the familiar stars and soft glow of her realm. “Can you… please let me go now?” she asked, a mixture of hope and fear in her eyes.
But Krish only held her tighter, refusing. His voice was low, urgent:
“No. I won’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.”
Shocking Prena
Who Thought In Her Mind
Oh God Iam Trapped Here
Now
The rain lashed harder, thunder cracking overhead, but around them, the world seemed to narrow down to only the two of them—two souls from different realms, bound by destiny and dreams, finally meeting in the chaos of reality.
For the first time, Prerna felt the human world around her—not magical, not distant, but real, tangible, and terrifyingly immediate. Yet in Krish’s embrace, there was a sense of safety, of inevitability.
And somewhere deep inside, both of them knew: nothing would ever be the same again.