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01 | The Reunion.

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“Please don’t hate me, Dhriti…” Ishan’s voice came out in a broken whisper, weak and trembling, as though every syllable scraped against the blood lodged in his throat. The dim yellow streetlights outside the speeding car flashed across his pale face in fragments, illuminating the pain twisting in his features before drowning him back into shadows again.

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Writing love that comes with pain and heartbreak brutal than anything else.

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