The early morning air was crisp, gently brushing against the curtains that fluttered in soft waves by the window. The sky outside slowly shifted from inky black to the lavender hues of dawn. All seemed calm. All seemed normal.
It had been a week now. A week of peace. A week without chaos, without interference, without Abhimanyu. Vivaan and Khushi had finally found a rhythm-one filled with soft laughter, warm texts, and hopeful promises.
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