Dhwani woke up with a pounding headache, the weight of the night pressing heavily on her chest. The room was dim, soft morning light barely filtering through the curtains. She blinked, disoriented, and for a moment, forgot where she was.
Then it all came rushing back-her disheveled saree, the relentless ache in her limbs, and that suffocating feeling of being trapped in Darsh's world.
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