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It had been three days. Three fucking days since that farewell night, and Shourya still hadn’t let it go.

He wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t the kind of man who would lash out, who would control her or tell her what to do. But he was possessive. In the kind of way that burned. In the kind of way that refused to let go of the image of her holding that damn rose, of Amrit’s arms around her, while that jerk hugged her.

He hadn’t spoken much. Hadn’t touched her the way he always did. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he wasn’t sure he could without giving away just how much that moment had fucked with his head.

Jhavni had noticed, of course.