The faint rays of dawn filtered through the thin curtains, gently illuminating the spacious room where Khushi stood silently on the balcony. The cold iron railing beneath her fingertips felt like chains today—an odd comfort to the storm brewing inside her. The sky had just begun its transition from dark to light, but for Khushi, the darkness within had remained unmoved.
Inside, Abhimanyu was still asleep, his chest rising and falling with calm, steady breaths. Maybe the late-night talks had exhausted him, or perhaps it was simply his nature to rest soundly—something Khushi hadn't been able to do in days. She had pretended to sleep beside him, even shifted closer so he wouldn’t sense her wakefulness. Yet, her mind refused to shut down.
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