The days bled into each other like watercolors running together in a storm—faded, indistinct, and full of tension. Raghav's presence loomed over Aarya like a dark cloud, unyielding and suffocating, while Vikram's light-hearted attempts to make her feel seen and heard were only temporary distractions. The Malhotra estate, grand and imposing, felt more like a prison with every passing hour.
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