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Diyaa!

The name echoed persistently in Vihaan's mind, as if it belonged to this moment, an enchanting magic of their union.

"Divyanshi," he said aloud, trying to dispel the echo, to overpower it.

"Yes?" she replied.

"I could never have dreamt of what we've shared," he murmured, lifting himself from her embrace to tenderly brush his lips against hers, a loving tribute to her generosity. "It transcends dreams."

He rolled onto his side, bringing her along, and wrapped an arm around her as she lay on his chest, their legs entwined in intimacy.

She felt so right, so perfect, as though she had been created exclusively for him. How could she have loved another man? No other woman had ever been like her for him.

"It's a miracle," she whispered, her warm breath caressing his skin, making it tingle. "A Diwali miracle." Her voice carried a happy smile.

Diwali.

Diyaaa.

The special name stirred an unease, a sense of wrongness he tried to resist, but it persisted. He remembered the grieving look on