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The rain hammered against the tin roof of your small house, a relentless drumbeat that drowned out the world. The clock on the wall struck midnight, its chime swallowed by the storm. You stood by the window, tracing the rivulets on the glass, the sweet scent of kheer from the kitchen wrapping around you like a fragile promise. Your mother moved in the dim light, her hands trembling as she stirred the pot. A sudden knock cut through the noise—three sharp, deliberate raps. You turned, a flicker of hope in your chest that it might be a neighbor seeking shelter. Your mother's face went pale, the bowl slipping from her hands, crashing to the floor. You pulled the door open, and the world stopped. A man stood there, rain streaming off his broad shoulders, his black eyes fixed on you with a co…