A D I T Y A
As I drove towards the mansion, my mind was racing, thoughts colliding and crashing like a storm. The gunshot, Joravar throwing himself in front of Aakriti, the moment I realized she was the target—all of it played on a loop, taunting me. I glanced over at Aakriti, half-asleep in the passenger seat, completely unaware of how close she’d come to dying tonight. A fierce surge of protectiveness rushed through me. Damn it, she had no idea.
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