Suhani's heart dropped as she saw the scene in front of her.
Abhay was sprawled on the floor....face down, half-buried in the carpet....right beside his bed , the sheets and comforter tangled like a war had been fought and lost. The bedside lamp flickered faintly, casting his still body in the kind of light that made her chest cave in.
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