“Then why,” she breathed, the rain dripping from her chin onto his chest, “does the wind always win, ayya?”
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“Thodadhe,” she whispered. Don’t touch. But her eyes—kohl-smudged, fierce as a storm at sea—said the opposite. They said, break me, and I will break you worse. “Then why,” she breathed, the rain dripping from
