The room was still, save for the faint ticking of the wall clock. Khushi sat curled up on the sofa, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. Her chin rested on her knees. Her phone lay untouched on the table in front of her, mocking her with its silence. It had been hours since he left—Abhimanyu. Not a word since then, just a warning echoing in her mind like a sealed fate.
She glanced at her phone again, her thoughts racing.
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