
Disconnecting the call, Adwait’s gaze lingers on Ritika, who is speaking into her phone. His chest tightens at the sight of her, but for the first time in years, it isn’t from guilt: it’s from relief, from happiness. Because even though they haven’t spoken in so long, their instincts remain the same. She still trusts him, still moves in perfect rhythm with him as if no years have passed.



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