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The first time Aarav saw Mira, she was dancing in the rain.
Not performing, not trying to be seen—just dancing. Spinning barefoot on a muddy patch of earth behind the college library, hair soaked, face turned to the sky, eyes closed. The world around her moved like chaos—horns blaring, students rushing, thunder threatening—but she looked like peace. And peace was something Aarav hadn't felt in years.
