Aishwarya Palace, Nighttime
The room was soaked in a soft yellow glow. Aaravi was sitting on the bed in the room she shared with Aayansh, holding her phone and talking to him. They weren’t like ordinary people but in this moment, every label, every identity had faded away.
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