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Chirag stood frozen, his eyes wide, his breath caught in his chest.
There, in front of him, wrapped in glowing golden light, stood Siya. Her eyes slowly opened, soft and warm, like they had always been. Her long silver hair floated gently behind her, and the little rose Chirag once placed behind her ear appeared again—fresh, as if no time had passed.
She blinked a few times, confused, looking around.
And then she saw him.
"Chirag?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Chirag dropped to his knees. His whole body shook—not from fear, not from anger—but from something he hadn't felt in a long time.
Relief.
He crawled forward and touched her hand gently, afraid she might disappear again. But she was real. Her skin was warm, her heartbeat steady.
"You're here… you're really here," he whispered.
Siya tilted her head, confused. "What happened? I remember… that god attacking us. I gave you my power… and then everything went dark."
Chirag looked away, guilt washing over his face. "You… died, Siya. You gave me everything. I couldn't save you."
"But… I'm here now."
He nodded slowly. "The Top God brought you back. I had to become something… terrifying. I destroyed everything, Siya. I hurt people. Killed. All for this one chance to bring you back."
Siya's face fell. She could feel it in him—the darkness, the pain, the power. But more than that, she could feel the reason behind it all. His love.
She touched his cheek gently. "You did all that… for me?"
He nodded again.
"And would you do it again, if you had to?"
"Without a second thought."
She smiled, tears forming in her eyes. "Then we make this life worth it, Chirag. No more blood… no more pain."
Behind them, the Top God watched silently. The five gods stood beside him, quiet, defeated—but no longer angry.
"You asked for one wish," the Top God said, stepping forward. "You've earned more."
Chirag looked up, surprised. "More?"
"You've shown the power of true love. That kind of devotion… even we, the gods, forgot it existed. You can bring back three souls. Anyone you want. And I will heal you—completely. Your mind, your heart, your body. No more rage. No more curse."
Chirag nodded slowly, then closed his eyes.
"The first," he said, "is Siya. But you've already given her back."
The Top God nodded.
"The second… bring back the demon king. Siya's father. He didn't deserve to die watching his daughter give up everything."
Light filled the space again, and in a moment, the demon king stood beside them. Strong, proud, and surprised to be breathing again.
"And the third?" the Top God asked.
Chirag hesitated. Then he said, "Bring back the god I killed—the one who hurt Siya. I don't want revenge to stain her return."
The gods around him were shocked. Even Siya stared at him, stunned.
"You're forgiving him?" she asked.
"No," Chirag said quietly. "But I'm freeing myself from hate."
The Top God nodded. "It is done."
The dead god returned, silent and ashamed. He didn't speak. He bowed his head, understanding the mercy he had been given.
"And now," the Top God said, "I offer you a gift. I will not take your power. In fact, I will balance it. Siya shall share in your strength—not through sacrifice, but by divine bond."
Siya felt warmth spread through her body. Power returned—not the old kind, but something new. Something shared between her and Chirag. Like their hearts were one.
"And lastly," the Top God continued, "I will restore the village that cast you out. Your parents. Your people. But they will remember everything—and they will no longer hate you. Their hearts will be changed."
Chirag didn't know what to say. All his pain, all his anger—it was melting away. Slowly, but surely.
"Why are you doing all this?" he asked.
The Top God smiled. "Because you could have destroyed everything. But instead, you asked only for love. That kind of soul doesn't belong in the darkness."
With that, the gods vanished, and the world shifted.
Suddenly, Chirag and Siya found themselves back in the village. The same village where Chirag had once been thrown out like trash.
But now, it looked different.
The streets were clean. The houses repaired. Flowers bloomed. And the people… the people smiled when they saw him.
"Chirag," someone called out. "You've come home!"
It was his mother.
She ran to him, tears streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry. We were so blind. So cruel. I thought you were cursed, but it was us. We were the cursed ones—for turning our backs on you."
Chirag stood still, unsure.
But Siya stepped forward, holding his hand.
"They love you now," she whispered. "Because they finally see what I saw."
The villagers gathered around. Some knelt. Others brought gifts. Children held flowers, placing them at Chirag's feet.
He didn't cry. Not yet. But something inside him softened.
And then, in the middle of the village square, Chirag turned to Siya.
"I wanted to do this a long time ago," he said.
He pulled a small box from his coat. Inside was the same flower—the one he had picked years ago to propose.
"Will you stay with me?" he asked. "Not because I saved you. But because I can't be whole without you."
Siya smiled, tears falling again.
"Yes," she whispered. "Always."
The villagers cheered. The sky seemed to brighten. For the first time in what felt like forever… Chirag was at peace.
He wasn't a monster.
He wasn't a god.
He was simply a man, in love—with the woman who had saved his heart long before she ever saved his life.
And that was enough.
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