The door to the living room closed behind Suhani with a hard, echoing thud.
Abhay stood there…still, rooted…his eyes fixed on the place she had just been. His heartbeat was all wrong, pounding in an uneven, jarring rhythm that seemed to travel straight to his ears. Thud. Thud-thud. Thud. His throat felt dry, raw, like he’d swallowed gravel. His fists clenched and unclenched in restless, jerky movements, the skin stretching over his knuckles. Beads of sweat slid down his forehead, stinging his eyes, but he didn’t move to wipe them away.
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