The air in the room had turned heavy, charged with a static that had nothing to do with the lightning outside. Khushi sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling as she clutched the sheets. Her heart was a frantic drumbeat against her ribs.
“Control, Khushi. Just stop thinking about him already!” she scolded herself, but the memory of Ayaan’s proximity was a fever she couldn’t shake.
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