The storm outside had settled into a low, rhythmic hum, but the air inside the room remained charged with an unspoken intensity.
Ayaan looked at Khushi, his expression unreadable. “Go to sleep now, Khushi. You need the rest,” he commanded, his voice softening just a fraction.
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