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34 – Their Muted Emotional Turbulence
Several Hours Later
Lucknow, India – Post Midnight – 12:30 AM
In the Car
He felt like he couldn't take it. He just couldn't cope with it. He literally felt like he had, had enough of it....
Arnav couldn't take what?
Cope with what?
Had enough of what???
The fact that even though Khushi was right next to him, looking out of the window in the moment, surely feeling extremely emotional and overwhelmed at finally landing in Lucknow after ages – that invisible wall in between them - from her end - blocking all communication in context of this situation/or the drastic bit that led to it all – was just so freaking evident. It had been that way upon their arrival in New Delhi as well, earlier....
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أدب الهواةHe'd always loved Khushi. Just Her. He loved her then.He loved her - Now.Arnav Singh Raizada - had spent a major timeline of his life - believing, breathing and living this one eternal truth that surely served the anchor role within the cave of his...