His footsteps echoed through the corridor like distant thunder. Every step carried the weight of a storm he could no longer contain. Without knocking, he pushed open Anika’s cabin door.
She was standing by the window, sunlight spilling over her like a cruel spotlight. Shoulders tight. Jaw locked. That stillness—too calm to be peace—snapped the moment she turned. Her eyes burned.“knock karna nhi aata?” Her voice was sharp enough to cut through air.
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