
Ahsaas's POV:
Night had settled heavily over the penthouse.
Not the peaceful kindโ
but the kind that pressed against the glass windows like a secret that refused to stay outside.
I was in my room, seated at the study table, books open in front of me. Pages filled with words I kept rereading without absorbing anything. Notes lay scattered, half-written sentences trailing off like my thoughts.
I told myself I was studying.









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