The atmosphere inside the Mercedes was thick enough to suffocate, heavy with the lingering scent of Abhimanyu’s cologne and the faint, thumping of Akshita’s heart.
She sat as close to the passenger door as humanly possible, her shoulder almost pressed against the glass, her fingers twisting and knotting the hem of her dupatta. She stole a hesitant, flickering glance at Abhimanyu.
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