AAKARSH POV
It's strange. I returned from office, expecting silence to greet me like always-but something was different tonight. She wasn't at the door. She wasn't in the living room. She wasn't in our room either. Still, I found myself looking for her, like some magnetic pull I couldn't fight.
"Why the hell am I searching for her?" I tried brushing it off, tossing my blazer on the couch and heading to the washroom to freshen up. But just as I stepped out, a soft beat echoed down the hallway, pulling my attention like a string tied to my soul.
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