AHAAN'S POV :-
I sat on the edge of the mattress for a long time, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her shoulders as she slept. The heavy silence of the bedroom was a stark contrast to the storm raging inside my own chest. Every time I looked at her delicate face, still showing the faint, fading trace of the bruise on her cheek, my resolve hardened.

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