“I, Kabir, who has walked 500 winters alone, bind my unbeating heart to this mortal woman. If she is erased, I choose nothingness. Not eternity. Not power. Just her.”
Kabir is human – warm skin, a pulse. He watches Piya sitting by the window, staring at rain but not smiling. She asks, “Is this what rain sounds like? I feel… nothing.”
She kisses his forehead. A wave of golden energy transfers. Kabir gasps – his first heartbeat in 500 years. Piya’s eyes go blank, then refill with tears but no joy. Location: Kabir’s mansion, next morning.