The hospital room was quiet, save for the faint hum of machinery and the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor.
Sakthi sat by the window, the morning sun warming his face. He didn't know who she was—where she came from—or how that strange light fell from the sky. But none of it mattered now. He had saved her. That was enough.
He glanced at the bed. The girl's breathing was steadier now. Peaceful. As if even in unconsciousness, she carried herself like a princess.
He chuckled quietly.
"A princess, huh? Fat chance someone like me would ever meet one."
His smile faded as memories crept in—uninvited, unkind.
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Years ago…
Sakthi had always been the innocent one. Not naive—just kind. A boy who laughed easily, trusted fully, and believed everyone had a good side.
But that kindness made him an easy target.
In school, he was mocked for his dark skin, his body, his softness.
In college, nothing changed.
He had no close friends—only those who smiled when it was convenient and turned their backs when it mattered.
But the worst day came in his 11th standard.
One of his classmates teased him relentlessly, and for the first time, Sakthi chased him—angry, humiliated. But as he ran after the boy, his hand accidentally grabbed the wrist of a girl who stepped into his path.
The entire hallway froze.
Whispers spread like wildfire. "Did you see that?" "He touched her!" "Disgusting!"
No one believed him. Not even the girl.
He was dismissed from the school the very next day—for a crime he didn't commit.
Since then, Sakthi stopped everything. No stage performances. No events. No friendships. No hope.
Just silence.
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And far beyond that silence, in the palace of Planet Gravitas, another silence had once followed a much different kind of storm.
The Supreme Lord, cloaked in humility and shadow, had once transformed himself into a servant—a black-skinned worker in the royal palace. He swept the halls and fetched water, watching with divine patience.
Princess Vaishnavi, prideful and radiant, paid him no kindness. She looked at him with disdain, her eyes filled with contempt. He was, in her mind, just another colorless presence—another slave beneath her feet.
But that day, when her golden hairbrush fell to the floor, and the disguised Supreme Lord bent to return it—
She didn't thank him.
She struck him with it.
On the head.
"You filthy thing. Don't touch my things."
Silence followed.
But not for long.
The Supreme Lord stood, dropping his disguise, his true form glowing with cosmic fury.
> "Your arrogance has blinded you. You judge worth by skin. You strike kindness with cruelty. You see others as lesser."
> "Then hear this—you shall marry a dark-skinned man. You shall walk beside him in his pain, live with him, suffer his past. Only when your heart sheds pride will your soul be free."
The throne room shook. Her father—the king—bowed his head. The princess trembled, but said nothing.
She was banished from Gravitas, her beauty intact—but her destiny rewritten.
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Back in the hospital, Vaishnavi stirred. Her fingers twitched.
Sakthi stood.
Her eyes opened—silver and sharp, darting around the room, then landing on him.
She sat up instantly. "Where… am I?"
"Hospital," Sakthi said calmly. "You crashed... into the sea."
Vaishnavi narrowed her eyes. "Who are you?"
"I'm Sakthi. Just someone who found you."
She blinked slowly, scanning the room, her hand reaching for her hair… but no crown, no brush, no robes remained.
Her eyes suddenly widened. The curse. The planet. The fall.
And then... she looked at him properly.
Dark skin. Round face. Honest eyes.
Her destined curse.
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To be continued…
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