Siddhartha's POV

As I stood at the foot of the temple stairs, the world around me faded into a blur. The sun cast a warm glow on the girl as she moved gracefully, her laughter mingling with the soft rustle of the leaves. I could hardly breathe, my thoughts spiraling into a whirlwind of desire and yearning. She was unlike any other girl I had ever seen—innocent yet captivating, strong yet delicate.