Prologue
[Scene: A stormy night in Udaipur]
The wind howled like an ancient curse. Clouds rumbled overhead, and rain spilled over the palace rooftops in wild, angry sheets. Somewhere, a band was still playing wedding music—but it sounded far away now. Distant. Hollow.
She was running.
Barefoot. Breathless. Broken.
Her deep maroon bridal lehenga clung to her skin, heavy with rain and fear. Gold embroidery shimmered with every flash of lightning, but her steps were wild, messy. Not of a bride walking to her happily ever after—but a girl running from her prison.
Behind her, the haveli gates burst open.
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“Catch her! Don’t let her out!”
A voice boomed in the dark. Male. Furious.
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Another shouted: “She’ll ruin everything! Stop her before the media finds out!”😠
The sound of rushed footsteps followed. Dozens. Echoing through the marble courtyard.
But she didn’t stop.
Her foot slipped, scraped against stone. She hissed, pain shooting up her leg, but she pushed on. Her dupatta flew behind her like a blood-red flame in the wind—torn and trailing.
Through the rain, she saw the broken arch of an old temple. Moss-covered steps. Cracked stone idols. A place no one visited anymore.
Except him.
He was already there—drenched in rain, standing with his back against the stone pillar. His white kurta was soaked, his hands shaking slightly. He wasn’t supposed to be part of this. He wasn’t supposed to get involved.
But he had.
She stumbled forward. He moved toward her instantly.
For a moment, all the storm in the world went quiet.
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[hoarse voice]:
You really did it…
You left.
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[panting]:
I didn’t have a choice.
They were going to make me say yes.
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You should’ve told me. I would’ve come sooner.
She looked at him—hair plastered to his face, eyes dark with worry—and felt something shift inside her.
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[whispers]:
I thought I was strong enough to do it alone.
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You don’t have to be alone anymore.
Suddenly, a shout echoed closer:
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“We saw her dupatta near the temple!”
She flinched. He turned sharply toward the sound, then looked back at her with urgency.
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[low voice]:
We don’t have time. Are you sure?
She nodded.
No more gilded cages. No more “smile and obey.” No more pretending.
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Let’s go. Before they find me.
He grabbed her hand—firm, protective—and pulled her behind him. Their silhouettes disappeared into the mist and mud of the forest path.
And the thunder swallowed everything behind them.
[Cut to next morning – Somewhere far away]
A kettle hissed over an open flame at a roadside stall. Birds chirped softly in the hills.
She sat on a wooden bench in a simple sweater, sipping chai. No bridal glow, no jewellery. Just peaceful silence.
Beside her, he clicked a photo of her smile as she looked at the sunrise.
And somewhere, between stolen freedom and warm tea, the beginning of their real story was written.
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