Saanvi lay on her bed in the quiet darkness, staring at the faint shadows on the ceiling. She had turned from one side to the other countless times, but sleep refused to claim her. Her mind was playing only one thing—him. The meeting. The way Aditya had spoken with quiet confidence. The way his voice had softened when he said, “Yes, Ma’am.”
A small, helpless smile curved on her lips.
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