Meera’s POV
The city night was unusually silent, the usual hum of traffic replaced by a tense stillness. I clutched my bag tightly, feeling the weight of the envelope, the messages, and the shadows that seemed to follow me everywhere. Aarav walked beside me, his hand brushing mine occasionally — teasingly, possessively — like he owned not just my attention but my very heartbeat.
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