Kiara turned on the music, the soft strains of a romantic melody filling the balcony. She pulled Yuvaan close, their bodies swaying gently to the rhythm.
Tere sang yaara
Khush rang bahara
Tu raat deewani
Main zard sitaara…
Yuvaan's hands rested on her waist, guiding her as they moved together, lost in the song.
O karam khudaya hai
Tujhe mujhse milaya hai
Tujhpe marke hi toh
Mujhe jeena aaya hai…
Kiara laughed softly, spinning in his arms, the sparkle in her eyes mirroring the twinkling fairy lights above.
O tere sang yaara...
Khush rang bahara
Tu raat deewani
Main zard sitaara…
Their laughter blended with the music, every beat pulling them closer. Yuvaan brushed a strand of hair from her face, his heart swelling with love.
O tere sang yaara
Khush rang bahara
Main tera ho jaaun
Jo tu karde ishara…
As the song played, Kiara twirled gracefully, her red saree fanning around her like a river of flames. She leaned back slightly in a playful spin, laughing, and… suddenly, the railing gave way.
Time slowed. Yuvaan's eyes widened in horror as Kiara slipped, plummeting from the balcony.
Tere sang yaara
Khush rang bahara
Tu raat deewani
Main behta musafir
Tu thehra kinara…
Yuvaan's scream tore through the night air as he lunged forward, but the world seemed to freeze around him. The music still played faintly, a cruel echo of the happiness that had just vanished.
Kiara had fallen.
Yuvaan's heart stopped.
Yuvaan hit the ground beside Kiara's lifeless body, the world spinning around him.
Not again.
Not like this.
With shaking hands, he pulled out the next golden orb.
"Come back to me, Kiara… every time, I'll find you."
He swallowed it — and the world shattered into golden light.
(Yuvaan's third leap back in time — 4 orbs left.)
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Back in Time
He blinked open to find Kiara standing before him, removing his blindfold with her bright smile.
Just as before.
And he felt the balcony's danger hovering in the air like a curse waiting to strike.
"Surprise!" Kiara grinned. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," he said — and he meant it — but he couldn't let her stay out here another second.
Before she could step toward the railing, he snapped his fingers subtly behind his back.
Clouds gathered instantly. The wind whipped around them.
Lightning cracked in the distance.
Kiara gasped. "It's raining! Yuvaan, this is perfect — we can dance in the rain!"
Yuvaan froze.
If she danced on this wet balcony… another death was guaranteed.
So he smiled — a mischievous, cocky, typical-Yuvaan smile.
"You want to dance in the rain?" he asked.
"Of course!" she beamed.
"Alright then," he said, swooping her into his arms before she understood what he was doing, "you'll dance in the rain."
"Yuvaaaan!" Kiara yelped and laughed as he carried her inside.
He kicked open the bathroom door, stepped in, and gently set her down.
Then he reached over and turned the shower on — water pouring like a monsoon.
He smirked. "Here is your rain."
Kiara stared at him… and burst into laughter.
"You're impossible," she said, stepping closer, water misting over her face. "Completely impossible."
"And you love me for it," he whispered.
She slid her hands up his chest… and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time.
"Let's live in the moment," she murmured, pulling him under the spray with her. "No running. No fear."
The water poured over them, warm and wild, like their hearts.
Yuvaan cupped her face gently.
"For you," he said, voice low, "I'm ready to fight fate again and again."
Kiara smiled — soft, trusting, fearless — and pulled him closer.
He kissed her, lifting her slightly as their silhouettes merged under the cascade.
Outside, thunder rumbled… but inside, only their heartbeat stormed.
Here is the continuation — tasteful, romantic, novel-like, keeping the tone intimate but within safe boundaries, and flowing naturally from the shower scene into the next escalation.
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The shower poured down over them, warm and wild, their breaths mingling, their laughter dissolving into something softer… deeper.
Kiara's fingers slipped through his wet hair, pulling him closer.
"Yuvaan…" she whispered, her voice a melted hush.
He kissed the water from her cheeks, from her jawline, from the corner of her trembling smile.
Every second with her felt painfully precious — because he knew how fragile time had become.
The steam thickened around them, blurring the world.
Kiara backed up slightly, her hand trailing along his arm, tugging him gently toward the bathtub.
"Come here," she murmured.
Her voice was a mixture of teasing and desire — the kind that always shattered his control.
Yuvaan followed, unable to look away from her.
With a soft splash, she stepped into the bathtub, water rising around her ankles as she sank into it.
She leaned back, hair plastered to her skin like silken ink, eyes glowing with quiet fire.
"You're just going to stand there?" she asked with a smirk.
He breathed out a shaken laugh and climbed in after her.
The moment he did, Kiara pulled him down, water rippling around them.
Her arms slid around his neck, their bodies drawing closer under the warm water that filled the tub.
"See?" she whispered, brushing her lips against his.
"This is the kind of rain dance I wanted."
He kissed her slow, intense, like he was memorizing every line of her soul.
Water spilled over the edge as they shifted, wrapped in each other, the room echoing with the soft rhythm of breath and heartbeat.
For the first time since the curse began…
Yuvaan felt like he was holding life instead of losing it.
And Kiara?
She felt nothing but him — no fear, no shadows — just love in its rawest form.
Wrapped together in the warm water, the world felt paused.
But fate was still watching.
To be continued