The days were beginning to blur for Gungun. Every morning felt like the last quiet, slow, and filled with a strange kind of loneliness that echoed through the enormous Singhania mansion. She walked the hallways like a shadow, trying to find something that made her feel alive again.
Rudransh barely looked at her. And when he did, it was like ice brushing across her skin distant, unreadable, and cold enough to sting.
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