
I lay on the divan, laptop on my lap, scrolling through Arjunโs club photos. Then came Vikramโs feed. A warmth rose in me, mixed with a pinch of guilt.
In the distance, I heard Mom scrubbing silver lamps. Geet was clinking utensils in the kitchen, My thumb hovered over Vikramโs profile. Should I? Click. I opened our last chat. Blank.

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