Dhruv sat motionless in his room, a storm of silence wrapped around him. In his hands, he held Shreeβs college ID cardβits laminated surface reflecting the soft light filtering through the curtains. The cool air of the room did little to calm the sudden tension that coiled within him.
Just outside, in the living area, Shree waited patiently. A soft smile lingered on her lips, her fingers absently brushing the edge of the cushion. She had no idea that the thin card in Dhruvβs hand was about to unravel everything he thought he knew.
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