Khushi sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress with such intensity that her knuckles turned white. Tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving damp trails on her skin, as silent sobs wracked her body. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the bedside lamp casting long shadows that danced on the walls, mirroring the turmoil within her.
"Sorry, Dad... I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own weeping. "Please don't push me away. I'm sorry, Vivaan... I'm sorry. Sorry for loving you."
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