Rudra slowly lowers Ira onto the bed of leaves, his hands trembling with grief. He brushes a strand of hair from her cold face, his expression one of profound loss. The leaves rustle softly in a cool night breeze, and the moonlight shifts across their faces. The camera stays fixed on the couple, capturing the quiet, tragic intimacy of the moment. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-s...
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