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The soft creak of the floor beneath Dharsh’s measured steps filled the quiet room. Each movement was deliberate, predatory, as if he was closing in on something precious and fragile. Dhwani’s breath hitched softly, her fingers tightening their desperate grip on the knot of her towel. Her lips trembled—barely a whisper of vulnerability breaking through the confident facade she wore just moments ago.
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