As Rama and Malika sat side by side, the evening breeze gently caressed their faces on the balcony, whispering secrets of the night.
Rama's fingers delicately intertwined with Malika's, as if each touch was a prayer of gratitude for her return. A soft smile adorned Rama's lips, radiating warmth and love as she gazed at Malika with adoration shining in her eyes.
"Thank you for coming back to us, Malika," Rama murmured softly, her voice a gentle melody in the quiet twilight.
Malika's response was tinged with a somber tone, her words heavy with the weight of her recent experiences. "I don't know... perhaps it would have been best if I had died." she muttered, her voice trailing off into the melancholic abyss of her thoughts.
