The Raizada mansion woke to a new day, the first light of dawn filtering through the windows, casting a soft glow over the poolside where Khushi slept. The night had been long, heavy with the ghosts of yesterday’s chaos—Khushi’s self-blame, her mocking defiance, Arnav’s rage, and the family’s fractured reactions. Arnav had sat by her side all night, his laptop untouched in his lap, his eyes fixed on her sleeping form, her bandaged foot neatly wrapped, the blanket tucked around her to keep her warm. Her peaceful face, softened by sleep, was a fleeting reprieve from the pain he’d caused, but his heart remained heavy, his whispered “I’m sorry” from the night before echoing in his mind.
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