The room was already heavy with everything unsaid β old wounds, unspoken regrets, and the kind of tension that suffocates the air.
Adhira stood rigid in front of him, her chest rising and falling too fast, her heart pounding with a mix of anger, hurt, and something far more dangerous.
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