The journey back from the Singhania mansion was quiet.
Dharsh sat behind the wheel, his hands gripping the steering like it was the only thing anchoring him. Beside him, Dhwani stared out the window, her arms folded, her expression blank. The silence between them wasn’t new anymore it had become a living, breathing presence. It screamed louder than words ever could.
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