As dawn broke over the Kingdom of Rakatpur, the remnants of the previous night's battle lay scattered across the palace grounds. Vihaan stood at the edge of the courtyard, his heart still racing from the chaos. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood, a stark reminder of the violence that had erupted just hours before. He turned his gaze toward the palace, where Vihaani stood on a balcony, her silhouette framed by the soft morning light.
She had fought bravely by his side, but he could see the weight of uncertainty clouding her expression. Vihaan knew that the battles ahead would test not only their strength but also their trust in one another. With a heavy heart, he made his way up to her.
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