Arjun's POV
The hotel room was quiet too quiet. I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers locked together, staring at the floor. The image of Aarohi holding that broken glass against her wrist kept replaying in my mind like a curse I couldn't escape. My chest felt tight, painful in a way I couldn't define.
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