In the quiet corridor, far from the loud, pulsing music of the party, the silence felt heavy and tense. Piyush had his arm tightly wrapped around Akshita's waist, his grip firm enough to crease the silk of her dress. He wasn't really guiding her...he was almost dragging her along as they moved toward the empty guest wing.
Her head rested heavily against his shoulder, her eyes half-closed and glazed over.
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