The room felt unusually suffocating this evening, not because of the weather, but because of the tension hanging thick in the air. Every breath felt louder, every small movement amplified.
Prateek occupied Ansh's study chair, spinning it slightly back and forth in impatience. Ruhaan leaned against the study table beside him, arms folded, trying to look calm but constantly tapping his fingers against the wood.Β
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